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Where's Your Shirt

Standing listing, leaning against the wall. Danced lots. drank shots. Friends out having a ball. Bud bumped bouncer, lost his shirt, imbibed too much and chased a skirt. Group hug. Uber call. Another good pub crawl. -Angel Fatale-

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