Luna de Miel, Rosa Pastel, Clichés, y Tonterias

Is it just me, or do you ever wake up, discover you have glitter on you, think "Oh my god, how drunk was I that I ran to a strip club, apparently got 12 lap dances, got home, crashed, and don't even remember said stripper-themed evening," then remember there is no way you were at a strip club because all the cash is still in your pocket, unless you were stripping, in which case you make a very unsuccessful stripper, and then think, "well, if I wasn't getting lap dances, how the fuck did I wind up covered in fucking glitter?"

No? Just me? Um...never mind.