Well, the time has come and we’ve (somehow) made it through another summer of blacking out more times than we can count from too much frosé and vodka sodas.
Okay, it’s finally Friday and I am way overdue for six a gin and tonic since I haven’t had a drink in 5ever (Okay, since like, last Saturday but, who’s counting?).
We're only two episodes deep in Nick Viall's season of what some people like to call The Bachelor but what I like to call Nick Viall's Tinder, but sadder and with more STIs and already Liz is whack AF.