Here’s you, always laughing at your own jokes, always the loudest laugher in the room. Here’s you throwing up from laughing so hard, sopping up your barf with your shirt tails, chuckling over your puddle of barf. Here’s you winning the girl, here’s the girl being impressed by the quantity and quality of your barf, talking about how great your shirt looks covered in barf, how great your bod looks in a barf-covered shirt. This is your night. You got it.