“I will not touch my friends’ tits” and other New Year vows

This year, I rang in the New Year at a pub called Pour House (probably some sort of a sign). I took a weekend class on Tarentino, built a bar out of snow and saw a friend nearly break his neck expressing himself on ecstasy some Sunday afternoon. I saw Swedish House Mafia from 100 stories up at […]

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“If I die, scatter my ashes at Mad Decent Block Party”: 2013 in texts

“Currently doing snow angels in my bed to Chariot by Gavin DeGraw.” “Alive?” “O gos” “Taking that as a yes” “Alivw” “If I had a choice of you puking on my lap every morning this year rather than not being in bonerville with me I’d prab do it” “I will lick you soon.” “Oh perfect […]

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