Thirty reasons girls should call it a night

Thirty reasons girls should call it a night

30 Reasons A Girl Should Call It A Night

[= Show =]

The urge to take off articles of clothing becomes strangely overwhelming.
You have absolutely no idea where your car is… wait did you bring your car??
You have absolutely no idea where your friends are.
You’ve become convinced that dancing with your arms overhead, shaking your ass, and yelling WOO HOO is truly the sexiest dance move EVER.
You’ve suddenly decided you want to kick someone’s ass and honestly believe you can do it (bitch…i ain’t playin…).
You start singing 80’s songs at the top of your lungs and showing off your dance skills to the car next to you.
Your bladder becomes amazingly full every 10 minutes.
You sit down and the room and people around you start spinning profusely.
Your slurring your words so bad, that nobody can understand what your saying and then when they say what, you can’t even remember what you were talking about.
You’ve come up with the brilliant idea that you can create less hassle on your friends by just “sleeping over” at a your guy friend’s house.
You see beers all over a table so you lift each one up until you find one half full and chug it when no one is looking.
You talk to stupid skanks you really hate and tell them you really do like them and that yaâ€™ll should be friends.
You pass out at the party. And the next morning there is writing all over your face and limbs. (If you pass out with your shoes on, you are fair game).
You become overly enthusiastic when someone offers you $20 dollars to make out with your friend (when you totally would have done it for free).
You find yourself peeing behind random buildings.
The man you’re flirting with used to be your TA.
You’ve suddenly taken up smoking, and become really good at it.
Every conversation starts with a booming, “DON’T take this the WRONG WAY but…”
Your make-up is smeared all over your face and somehow you have still managed to make out with 5 different guys. very classy.
Your eyes just don’t seem to want to stay open on their own, so you keep them half closed and think it looks exotically sexy.
You yell at the bartender, because you think he cheated you by giving you lemonade, but that’s just because you can no longer taste the vodka.
You think you’re in bed, but your pillow feels strangely like the bathroom floor.
Your hugs begin to resemble wrestling take-down moves.
You begin to think you’re a really good dancer and anyone within arms reach becomes your new dancing partner.
You can’t feel your phone vibrating in your pocket and then when you look to see what time it is, you find you have 7 missed calls from someone “supposively” met at the last party.
You’ve taken off your shoes because you believe it’s their fault that you’re having problems walking.
One minute you’re strutting your stuff, the next minute you’re rolling on the ground, and you can’t seem to remember the transition.
You can no longer feel your face or limbs so you flail your body about to try to regain feeling.
You start hugging strange people and having great converstations with strangers at whataburger.
You call your ex-boyfriend 1,000 times and leave lots of really nice voicemails saying that ya’ll need to hang out more.