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 convinced the bartender to un-cut you off by letting him touch your boobs whenever you ordered a drink.
There's a 24 hour period after giving head where you can't eat penis shaped food without me laughing at you
you know it's time to start studying when you've procrastinated to the point where you're reading your roommate's ex-boyfriend's wall posts from 2006.
She fell down the stairs and hit her head on the concrete. Then she stood up, flashed us and stumbled away. I forgot to get her number..
I'm sorry I dragged a dildo (on a leash) into your room last night.
Just realized I left my heels in their microwave. Whoops.
btw im making up a story about these stitches..... i think a hockey stick to the face sounds better then i fell up the stairs
I feel like I just lived out a children's book called "The Day I Went to Law School Stoned"
Just me. You're probably having sex with her right now, so here's a reminder that you should be thinking of me per our agreement.
I worry about your feelings an awful lot for somebody who gets off on making you cry
I think it's important to not involve Bar Food in any near future decisions.
Hold on I'll be right there, I can't find my arm.
There's lube on my homework. #priorities
RESIST THE DICK
thats like telling me to resist drinking water. impossible.
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