"What's the goal of the blog?" Dusty simpers. Dusty shits on all our dreams.
"To chronicle our beautiful lives," Fuck Truck explicates.
Bolo is trying to write an essay. Benny Lava is M.I.A., as usual. That adds up to four of us, inhabiting one small suite at Harvard, mired in squalor. But our dreams and libido cannot be restrained by physical fetters. Except when Dusty shits on them (Dusty shits on everything, literal and figurative. We are trying to get him exorcised from the room).
Anyhow, we all have mountains of homework, because it is a Sunday night, meaning that we cannot, unfortunately, open up this blog with the explosive inaugural post it deserves. We can, however, promise a raunchy sex tape in the near future. Think "Sensual Seduction" mixed with pterodactyl porn, with a hint of "The Dreamers". Yes, it will be that good.
With overflowing love,
Fuck Truck (I did not pick my name)
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