Wednesday, November 7, 2012

In a Relationship with Franzia

So everyone probably seeing this follows me on Twitter, so you already know that I have a complicated love life.  The point of this post is not to cry about my exes or what they did they did to me, nor is it intended to bash any of them.  I also do not intend for you to learn anything what so ever from my post because you are all adults and have a working brain, so do what you want. Live life.  I partially do not have a relationship because I am in love with myself and a box a Franzia. (Yes I always have a stash located in my room.) 

My box of Franzia and I have gone through a lot of ups and downs throughout our time together.  It has made me laugh, cry, make friends, make enemies, and even sent me to the hospital. (maybe more than once.)  I would like to reflect on the good times that we have had together:


One of my fondest memories that I would like to reflect on is my first ever Franzia encounter, at Chilifest.  It was a muddy year, and Pat green was playing in the background. Believe it or not I was not a big drinker my freshman year of college.  Anyways, My ex was trying to get my intoxicated (sketchy I know but this post is not about him). Needless to say I slapped the bag one too many times and I blacked out.  Apparently I made out on a giant freezer, broke my hair dryer, and lost a sperry.  Go figure.  


Anyways if you aren't drinking Franzia, you are doing it wrong.  Even my 85 year old  great-grandmother could probably out drink you off Franzia.  So buy a box and toast to your favorite anon Chubbies Chaser.  


#TEAM FRANZIA

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