So, we wrote up a Facebook event description for a party we're having this Friday, and since everybody and their step-mom seems to think it's the bee's knees, I figured I'd throw it on the blog. Whatever. Half-assed, I know. Party's called "Get You Heart-On," the girls next door are throwing it and we just wrote up the description in exchange for beers because girls aren't funny. (Does that make us professional writers? Yup.) Figured at least this proves that we are actual college students that actually party four nights a week:
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Come to the Strip Mod, get sloppy, and screw. That's what Valentine's Day is all about. Romance takes time, effort, and disposable income. Getting your Heart-On at the mods takes Keystone Light and a lot of dirty, filthy, pumping....fist pumping to "No Hablo Americano" til 4 am. That chubby, arrow slinging infant can suck it. Valentine's Day isn't about candle lit dinners and slow dancing to "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" in your living room; it's about having a respectable excuse to wear lingerie in public and ripping tequila shots while drunkenly eye-fucking the shit out of randos from across the room, same as every other holiday in college. So come get it. Saint Valentine is so hot right now.
P.S. You're invited if you know where the Strip Mod is. Updates on the damage to follow.
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