Drop the ball, stop that cab, and hold the mustard. After years of talking about it, pining about it, framing stolen pictures of it, my I heart New York t-shirt is going home, and it's taking me with it.
I'm too exited to go into details, so let's all pretend we're drunk at the end of your questionable uncle's 45th birthday. Everybody sing:
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i'm confused... are you really going to new york!? for some random uncle's birthday!??!... or are you just taking your facebook quiz results far too seriously!??!?!
ReplyDeletefill a sista in xox