March 19, 2015
College-age betches can black out every night of the week with practically no consequences. Not so much for working betches. You can’t go out on Thursday night, black out, and wake up in another city if you have work the next day. “Okay, so don’t black out” is what Nice Girls and your parents would say, but it’s not that easy. As every true betch knows, once you start blacking out accidentally it gets harder and harder to stop. Soon you’re riding The Blackout Train, and you can’t even leave the pregame without experiencing total memory loss. It’s almost like you have a reverse blackout tolerance, like the more you drink, the less it takes for you to black out. Can anyone from science confirm?
As much as betches love blacking out, not remembering your entire night can be kind of a drag. Like, how do you even know if it was fun or not if you don’t remember? You just kind of assume you had a good time and hope you didn’t do anything life-ruining (meanwhile your friends were annoyed they had to take care of your belligerent/crying/passed out ass). So here’s how to get off the Blackout Express before you end up with a one-way ticket to Hot MessVille.