Tag Archives: My friends are dirty whores

My fellow midget, The first time we met was years ago. It was your birthday and you were passed out in the bathroom hugging The Porcelain Goddess. Shortly after, you lifted your head, rubbed your eyes, and cracked open another beer. It wasn’t even 6pm. This is why I love you. You’re a trooper, are [...]

“I feel like I’m taking my girlfriend that’s on her period out for Valentine’s Day.” It wasn’t me this time that said something gross and dirty. I love my friends.