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From the Archives: The Fucking Photo Collage
We thought we’d take a look back into our archives and bring you this gem from GraceisGone. It’s about drunk, weird, sweaty sex and why those “photo collages” girls hang on their walls suck so much. If you have an awkward hook up story, send it our way: mail@w2fy.com. So, like any young red-blooded American man I am out there trying to secure awkward sober fuck buddys everyday. It is just what you have to do when a non-drinking season …
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Too Far Gone: Fat Girls
The way I see it there are two groups of men in this world: one being those pretentious pricks who will only ever mess around with a girl if she looks like she has been rocking a diet coke regime for the past 6 months, and the second group consisting of those men willing to look at a pair of decent size legs or ass and give a fucking “GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUFFF.” Honestly, this where the line is driven. Forget gay or …
Woof! Venus Williams looks absolutely horrifying
This is Venus Williams during the French Open. That is Venus Williams’s vagina. She’s terrifying. There’s a 98% chance that it has teeth. Again, this is why Simona Halep should not have gotten rid of her gigantic tits. P.S.– We’re really on a tennis kick here today, huh? I don’t hate it.
Flash Mobs of Philly, or Tea Party movement. Who is more terrifying?
Editor’s Note: I think GraceisGone was high as shit when he wrote this, or at least hammered. What the fuck is going on here, I can’t say, but I guess it’s a thought provoking read…. or something. Read this in the paper this morning, Mobs are born , and it got me thinking about another group, the Tea Party movement, who has been causing trouble lately. Apparently in Philadelphia, teens are organizing themselves, via text messages and social networking sites, into …
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Far Too Late #2 — Reflections
Christmas again, come and past. “Same old, same old” seems to be my friends’ description of choice regarding their holidays. There are some high’s (absolute cock bending blow job within hours of getting off the train) , some lows (getting in the fucking goddamn cock-sucking douche-licking asshole-adoring pool), and some in betweens (spent the day after christmas posted up in bed, still not sure if I enjoyed it or not). But forget old relationships with new fights, forget new infuriating …
Far Too Late #1: The Fucking Photo Collage
This is the first in a new series by our new contributor, Grace is Gone, cataloging college life as it really is. Enjoy. So, like any young red-blooded American man I am out there trying to secure awkward sober fuck buddys everyday. It is just what you have to do when a non-drinking season roles around. No drinking? I’m assuredly going fuck myself up on inappropriate sweat sessions. I get drunk to make myself feel odd, and out of place. …
Guns, Sports, and Such
Yes, we have the Super Bowl, we have the World Series, the Stanley Cup. We get a little riled up, maybe have a few too many wings, get a little heartburn. As Americans we will have a few beers, start feeling saucy, and start talking shit about the team from the city 200 miles away. Well I think it is time we stepped our game up, put down our beers for hard liquor, and started acting like Egyptians and Algerians …
they know what they are talking about
Ok so I only read the first two paragraphs of this article but the title said everything that I needed to know. Of course you stay the goddamn course. Am I the only person who has been drinking since 6 and feels like watching The Patriot is the perfect way to end the night? (it won’t be but that is a post for posterity) ” Like mother used to tell me when I picked on Tomas, stay the course” “Hah, …
no…you didn’t manage to cum 6 feet across your room
Wake up. Sunday morning. Drag your fat ass across the room. Things seem so utterly terrible. Was there really a need to double fist cigs for every minute after 1 a.m.? You immediately consider suicide, realize that is a wee bit dramatic, so you settle on acquiring a bacon cheeseburger asap. I mean this is how those mornings go for me. And sometimes, along with this general misery, a question arises. Is it possible that I came 6 feet across …
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