When fueled by gallons of influecable liquid, crazy becomes the second name. Or at least a standard to live by for those glorious two-to-five hours. Which will probably end in throwing up, crashing in bed or randomly climing up a 3 meter wall.
Oh, and off the record: if gorgeous eyes accompagnied with dark raven hair and a cute smile offers you a seat beside her => Take it, you dumbass°
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