Hi, my name is Jimmy Mozart and I will be turning twenty-three in a few weeks. I thought I might just start a blog to tell people my tales of drunkenness and debauchery. Tonight my friend, let's call him Roommate(20), and I are going to drink a bottle of Popov vodka we purchased at the store on the corner (we live in a north Iowa ghetto) for the cheap price of $10.99. This store is consequently run by the same people who were responsible for 9/11, they also card me no matter what even though I shop there everyday because they know I am onto them. In the morning I will regale you with tales and/or photos of what we do tonight, but I will have to let you go for now. Seeing as that money was a loan from Roommate's brother for gas and toilet paper, I wonder if you could guess who is about to go shower the shit he just took out of his ass like so much taco bell burrito filler.
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