Saturday, Saturday, Saturday.
You gotta love white parties. You just gotta. They're just so chill. Everyone is around, drinking, dancing, talking, making noise... just for the hell of it. Enjoying life. Is it shallow? Who cares? A fine balance in life is walking the line between being a pretentious asshole and a shallow-brained asshole. As much as I love cigars, beer, and well, more beer, Freud and Jung give me that tickle that no one else does.
I bet it'd be fucking awesome to drink with Voltaire.
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