Dear Children of the World,
If you can’t remember anything more than “rolling over”; if it makes you wonder “what was I drinking? I can’t believe I blacked out”; if you’re wondering if you need to get tested; if you can’t remember what he looked like but imagine he resembles the Z-grade vampire above… then I hate to break it to you but the sex wasn’t spectacular.
And no, I’m not calling you a slut. An idiot, though? Definitely.
PS to Disney: the time has come to write in some basic sex ed classes into those teen contracts.
PPS to parents of kids addicted to Disney: I hope your kids weren’t into the Cheetah Girls.