There's a stranger in my bed,there's a pounding in my head, glitter all over the room pink flamingos in the pool. I smell like a minibar, DJ's passed out in the yard. Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed. Last Friday night yeah, we danced on tabletops and we took too many shots, think we kissed but I forgot. Last Friday night
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