*spending precious brain cycles on a new warplet meme*

You bolt awake sweaty on a party tent temporary dance floor. It’s 2017. You’re at a wedding and they just finished ‘Despacito’ and the DJ decided to jump right into ‘Mr. Brightside’. There goes your tie (and your voice). You aren’t thinking about cryptocurrency.

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You snap awake on a deflated air mattress in a stranger’s living room. Some guy with an acoustic guitar is murdering ‘Wonderwall’ while a Bluetooth speaker fights for dominance with ‘Anaconda.’ your dignity left hours ago, and the only ledger you care about is the one in your Notes app trying to piece together your night. You’re deep in the trenches now—no reinforcements, no exit strategy, just vibes and whatever’s left of your liver.