I got one

Our new motto will be: Curiosus, nos morsus. Which, when translated from Latin, means: Careful, we bite.

Forget Kevin Spacy. Eric Bana. (Wiping the drool away.) Eric Bana! I could dedicate an entire post to him. In fact, I will. Ha! Beat that Suzan and your pitiful Kevin Spacy!

Ha ha! I figured it out!

I'm so damn proud of myself. I figured it out! Ha ha! (I'm doing a little dance in my swively chair.) ANYWAY! I started this blog for my two bestfriends and I, aptly named the Drunken Assholes Society, so we can always share our mundane experiences...'cause I refuse to answer my cellphone. (Goddamn thing's so annoying.) And with Suzan (the tall Turkish blonde on the left) transferring to another school to finish her degree and Rochelle (the obnoxious red head on the right) doing her thing in the army, we'll be separating here soon. Possibly with more than a few cities in between us. So here we are. With a blog.
You may ask yourself, who the hell are you and why should I care? Who am I? Who am I? I am Jess! Jess, the iron-fisted dictator of the Drunken Assholes Society (and the little anime looking brunette in the middle). At the moment we're all living in Omaha, Nebraska and while they'll probably both be moving on here shortly, I've got a good scholarship in the Big O and plan on staying put. Corn and slaughterhouses be damned, I'm getting paid to stay, so I will! Therefore I am being left behind (insert pitiful sigh) and have created this blog out of my own sort of morbid self-pity so I can still hear all the lame details of my friends' lives whenever I want.
Anyway, just thought I'd warn all who plan on reading our single-minded b.s. about who and what the Drunken Assholes Society is all about.

Drunken Assholes Society: Day 1

Testing. Testing. Don't know how this shit works. Testing. Testing.