60 Seconds Inside a Bimbo’s Head-New Year’s Day

Oh god, my head, it hurts...What a New Year’s party that was…Wait…This isn’t my bedroom…mine’s pink…Oh god, where am I?... Oh, shit, I see my clothes… Is that snoring?… Oh no, who was I talking to before I left?... It was the bartender, and he didn’t have a date either… Uh oh, there were three of them…Which one was it? Oh, god please let it be the hot one…I won’t drink again if it’s the hot one…Crap... Well, maybe nothing happen?... Yeah right, who am I kidding...Well, there’s my cell, I’ll just call, the BFF, and...Oh hell, I punched 911… That’s going to send the cops...Shit, I got to get out of here…Oh, lord…Hold on a second, I know all the cops…Wait, which ones are on duty…Trey…Trey is on duty…What time is it?...6:50…but that could put Lance on duty…and what if Brandon is working…well, that’s all good too, because they wouldn’t tell a soul…not if they want this again… Whew, that was close…I could just hop in with one of them…Who knows, maybe they’ll take me to IHOP...I could go for some pancakes… The New Year is looking good… starting out with pancakes…