Blair: Five Past Ten
Five past ten, twenty past four, tomato, potato. It's Friday night and I need a hotel room to trash, a handle of Grey Goose, and a large pizza with more pepperoncinis than cheese - although not necessarily in that order. Blair's new single literally just told me "let yourself go" and if what I do when I'm blackout drunk is none of my business, it certainly is none of yours. Instead, join me. Let's crank up this some on max, synchronize our watches, break rules, sing loud, earn a new rip in our favorite jeans, mess up our hair, get caught somewhere we have no right being, and live loud tonight. Who in the literal f is with me? I know Blair is!