Bobby:I need to make a list of London goals. One of them is Chipotle. Another is get my hair cut.
Luke:YES. I've been dying for Chipotle. P.S. I'm drinking straight vodka right now... It's just that kind of night.
Bobby:Oh my God nooooo. That was me last night... I just woke up to find vomit on my carpet, my clothes on backwards, and 3 stuffed animals in my bed. no clue where the hell they came from.... Oh my. London is going to kill my liver.
