TFLN Bell Edition.

Well, it seems we've got quite the conglomeration of contributing ladies now... I do not, however, think this is a bad thing.

I've been asked to share some drunken text gems from last night. I apologize in advance.

"Kaitlin. I need you. As in your boobs. In my face. I'm peeing."

"Sooooooo drunk. In an old preschool? Bathroom has half door."

[Picture of my friend Sam's sweet sweet cleavage] "You like? Hurry the eff up."

"You had better get here like ten minutes ago. Dance. In. The. Alley."

"Next time I see you it's a booby handshake."

Apparently, drunk me likes breasts quite a bit. My mother must be so proud.