When you gotta go, you gotta go. And sometimes a big girl outside a night club has just. Got. To. Go.
That might be the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. And honestly? Not even surprised. Vintage drunk fat girl move. If I’m ever named to some sort of political office, drunk fat girls will be public enemy number one in my new dictatorship utopian world of tomorrow. We won’t even have Funyons any more, entirely out of spite. (via Barstool Boston)