I hate that "morning-after" feeling when you come to and panic about what the hell you did last night because if anyone has photos and likes Facebook, you're screwed.
If you get so wasted you can`t remember what you did, you deserve some Facebook-shaming.
If you have this kind of life, then you have my pity.
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