So imagine this: you’re running late for a Saturday night out (shocker). A quick scan of your pantry reveals nothing except Velveeta mac and cheese and 2-year-old crackers. With your false eyelashes only partially applied and dropping dangerously into your eye, you realize you fucking forgot to get chasers for the pregame.
Fast-forward ten minutes and you’re standing braless in the beverage aisle at Walgreens. It’s a game time decision. What the fuck are you going to force into your body to cover up that taste of frozen vodka? If you’re trying to throw a betchy pregame, which obvi you are, you need to simultaneously evaluate your life decisions and grab these chasers.