so you’ve packed away your santacon outfit and are now dusting off your sluttiest ballroom club gear and champagne flutes to get bombed and take molly tonight. when i see you in a couple months asking for guiness, the pogues, and an uber car please don’t drop me your blog about supporting local business. i am so exhausted by your relentlessly boring existence and i can’t take another recycled joke from your galactically stereotypical language raping mouth.
A New Year’s Eve
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You sound slightly educated but totally confused. Good luck in the new year.
Russians or Ukrainians?
You should resolve not to jealousy-troll in 2016.
Another tale of unrequited love.