a sacky night
a mess of a night where you get plastered with your chill squad, and you barely remember anything, but you’re still proud of your bad decisions
I tried to sing ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ to a chicken. It didn’t work, but it was worth it.
I wore my pants inside out, and I didn’t even care.
I told my mom I was a vampire. She believed me for an hour.