The ’90s (for those of us in college, unlike you whippersnappers) was a disaster fashion-wise.
I mean, come on. We are all dressed up for ladies night and we STILL look kind of like dirt bags. I have A SCRUNCHY ON MY WRIST FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
Later this night, we will get shut off — not for drinking too much, mind you, but for ordering two Long Island iced teas. What a rip.