so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
you know you go to a catholic school when you are rollin a joint with matthew 14:1-12
Nothing makes my dick softer than hot girls in rain boots.
we took turns throwing up in the kitchen sink last night...no i am not doing the dishes
I seriously just found a rose petal in my vagina.
IDK who she called, but some guy came into the party, flying drop kicked Joe said never again. She has to invite him around again.
They wear helmets and mouth pieces when they drink...u down?
Maybe we could get a groupon for vasectomy. I'm game.
I just did a drunk experiment to find out what it looks like when you turn a burner on the stove on while wearing night-vision goggles. I may be blind in my right eye now.
She kept calling herself DJ McDonalds and said she wanted to make some Egg McMusic.
Next time a random bus filled with santas pulls up to the bar, I'm not getting on it.
Me and my bruised tit have to wake up at 4 AM.
I just watched an old episode of Daria while eating brownies to cure day drunkness. Clearly I'm winning at adulting today.
It began the way the best stories do—with some naïve jackasses in a place they had no business being at.
The date did not go well. Turns out I once set her brother on fire.
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