Show me a girl who says she isn’t any of these people after a night out, and I will show you a liar. This is you and the squad every weekend, without fail.

My mouth is dry AF and it  hurts to blink.

Hangover, we meet again…

1. Realising where the hell you are

Am I in a bed? Nope.

Okay, so I’m on a sofa apparently (sure)… do I recognise this living room? That’s another no.

Do I remember completely stripping off/where I left any of my clothes?

Absolutely not.