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drunk blogging is amazing.

Grog House Champ

Hey guys, I'm drunk as I;m writing this so you know it;s good. So once again I decided to spend my Friday night at the one and perfectly only GROG HOUSE. I mean, 25 cent pitchers can't be beat. Emilio you know what I'm talking about. Well, anyways, it got good, and I got a phone number. Oh and some girl almost maybe looked like Ali, but it wasn't meant to be, so I didn't say anything. OMG PS... while i was typing this the hot girl from Grog just texted me. "let's see you grow a mustache..." name that sitcom...

Please To Meet Me

Due to even more popular demand from my father, here's an update.

I went to Grog House twice last weekend. I enjoy getting awesomely drunk while a hot Spanish girl decides she wants to make out with me for an hour. I do not enjoy random short dudes wanting to be my best friend and telling me we should go hit on and dance with every girl there while gently touching my shoulder and neck. And riding a bike home Saturday night at 2am while dizzy is not a good way to end the night, that's what I get for not planning ahead. Just livin the dream.