The funeral of 2016.

We have survived another 365 day journey around the sun, congratulations! 

Here is my New Year's Eve which was full of good company and a lot of glitter a.k.a. the best combo there is. 

(let's play a drinking game: every time I smile with my teeth you have to take a shot)

This dress was a show-stopper and jaw-dropper (I'm so humble today),

the glitter can be turned so that with seconds you can have a completely black or gold dress.

My friends just poked me the whole evening, there was a lot of touching.

*take a half shot*

The years have passed, but the boy is still the same.

*take a full shot*

The moment he realised that I was not wearing a bra.

*no shot, drink water instead*

If you look really closely than you can see my tramp stamp on my lower back.

*another shot must be taken*

The God of tits and wine.

*cheers, you have to take another shot*

I was so shiny that it burned his eyes,

or I was so pretty that he was holding back a boner.

*Fred's teeth are there, drink glass of milk*

The granny with her two favourite grandchildren.

*take two shots*

The years go by and I still annoy my friends with the self-timer.

*hooray, it's shot time!*

NB! This is Fred's gangsta face. He is bad to the bone.

*take a shot while listening rap music*

Our love-life is so synchronised that it is a bit scary.

*let's celebrate with a shot*

Epp does not want to play this drinking game,

so you have to take only two shots:

The premature ejaculation at 10:16pm:

The hot shots that took Fred's pulse away,

he got it back in 2017:

Blossa annual holiday mulled wine and I.

*Sry, I don't know how to smile without my teeth showing, another shot for you*

I love Fred, but I love drunk Fred even more.

*shot!*

Rehearsal for the midnight:

The emotions when the boys thought about Brexit and Trump.

They cried a little:

Few minutes away from 2017!

*SHOT!*

She celebrates the anniversary with her boyfriend on NYE, 

what a great bang!:

SPARKLES ARE SO COOL!

*take a shot and hurray for the year 2017*

Happy new year!

Head uut aastat!

Gott nytt år!

*cheers*

Looks like I'm in Berlin.

*God, you should be very drunk by now*

*Ok, now you have to drink a whole bottle of vodka*

Of course you spend the first minutes of 2017 in a car park squatting:

"2017, come at me bro!":

Drink, love and repeat!

Taukar was on our minds, because

"Vahel tundub veider, kuid su mõttest aru saan."