"The ego trip of strolling out at last call with the dude every other
girl wanted to take home doesn't always make up for a night spent
straining to hear what he's saying to me instead of what the cranky
jerks next to us are saying to each other about me."
Sometimes, I feel like the Billy to his Christie, and not in a good way, via Shmitten Kitten...
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