You see that shit? That’s rosé. It tells you it’s your friend. But that shit is not your friend. It’s all like “hey drink me that’ll be like a really good idea”. But it’s not a good idea. This shit makes you not remember anything after 8:37pm. This shit makes you loose your Marni sunglasses. This shit makes you phone people you really don’t want to be phoning. This shit makes you have an argument with a barman at 3am when he refuses to sell you a bowl of lemons.
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