I'm literally on the verge of smacking that cheap face off your head. If you don't come with me right now to the club and down 14 shots of Jäger with me, I'm telling everyone about that night you spent passed out, face-down on the pavement outside the Sheetz drive-thru window, plain cheeseburger in hand.

Pencils:

• Don't Make Me Take My Hoops Out.
• Half My Paycheck Goes to My Nails
• Drunkest Bitch at the Party
• Round of Shots!
• Oh, You Heard I Was Crazy?
• I Hate You! Love You, Boo.
• I'm Not Mad
• *Throws Drink in Your Face*