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**Student** · #8 09-18-2017, 05:05 PM

I've dropped 1,000+ on bottle service at some stupid vegas club I don't fucking remember a thing about besides throwing that money down and immediately feeling like king shit, but then you wake up the next morning and your shoes are missing, you don't know how the fuck you got back to your room or who the fuck that chick is, all you know is you somehow still got your wallet, you're not missing a body limb and you got $2 in your pocket. That's when the guilt hits. When you realize your phone is missing, you've been on Androids and iPhones so fucking much you don't remember anyone's number so you can't call anyone or know where they're at, you're just fucking lost.

Then you wake up.

**Student** · 09-18-2017, 05:05 PM

I've dropped 1,000+ on bottle service at some stupid vegas club I don't fucking remember a thing about besides throwing that money down and immediately feeling like king shit, but then you wake up the next morning and your shoes are missing, you don't know how the fuck you got back to your room or who the fuck that chick is, all you know is you somehow still got your wallet, you're not missing a body limb and you got $2 in your pocket. That's when the guilt hits. When you realize your phone is missing, you've been on Androids and iPhones so fucking much you don't remember anyone's number so you can't call anyone or know where they're at, you're just fucking lost.

Then you wake up.

09-18-2017, 05:05 PM	#8
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