so what do you do...
out of the blue, you realize that you were one of, if not the only, person sober enough to remember who said what about what and whom that one night when everyone else got all sentimental and for some reason spilled all their dirty little secrets. you realize that since that day, no one has said anything to anyone else that was there that night about what was said cause it doesn't seem like anyone remembered anything was even said at all. you have all this dirt on all these people.
what the hell do you do!?
my coffee said: you blog about it. you type all that shit out without using any names. then you sit back, pray your dumbass friends don't realize it's about them, start to realize that your friends hide more shit from each other than they let on, and wonder how much shit have they been lying to YOU about you. now hurry up and drink. i'm getting cold.
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