I asked Sarah to guest post while I’m frolicking on the beach with my boyfriend. It’s the best way to rub it in that I’m on vacation with my boyfriend, while she’s single and working all week.

My friend, Summer, has it all: talent, brains and beauty. She’s also the most loyal person alive, which makes this post even harder to write. How do you tease someone that would do anything for you?

Um… easily? That’s my God given talent, and who am I to deny God?

With that said, I have to share a story from Summer’s birthday party last weekend. I’ve been watching her blog all week in hope she posts the story so I don’t have to, but I fear she has let you down. It’s a damn good thing I’m here!

After a large amount of birthday wine Summer decided to take the party outside. No one came prepared for the cool weather, so her boyfriend, ED, grabbed a sweatshirt for each of us. We sat in the backyard and continued to gulp down birthday wine when suddenly Summer disappeared.

A few minutes later she returned with a sheepish look on her face. “You guys are never going to believe what I just did in the bathroom!” My mind was racing. Was she really going to share a poop story at her own birthday? I prepared for the worst.

“I was looking in the mirror and noticed that ED’s sweatshirt said HATU. I stood there trying to figure out what in the hell it meant.”

I looked at her sweatshirt and almost choked on my own tongue laughing so hard.

A COLLEGE SWEATSHIRT

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A MIRROR

= Drinking and then reading is really fucking hard.

Summer Guest Blogger