Just an average NARPrincess living in an ol’ boys’ world
One of my favorite games to play while walking the streets of New York is “Guess Which Sport That Banker Played In College.”* It’s basically the Duck Duck Goose of commuter games, wherein Duck= LAX and Goose= NARP and you never say Goose.
*This is not to be confused with the related “Guess Which Sport That Construction Worker Played In High School” which really isn’t fun and should only be played on the Monday after the Superbowl for tradition’s sake.
For anyone else who confused the broadcast of Worlds Ugliest Dog with LA Ink I think we all know that that bull dog with one crusty eye was totally robbed.
Speaking of crust, running out of snacks at work is always a disappointment. Surely it’s enough to put a less stable person over the edge. Luckily, I have no interest in vigilante work because the benefits are terrible (won’t pay for my “mermaid’s cooch” colored contacts.)
According to CNN the California Dream is fizzling out like some pop rocks on Katy Perry’s G- string.
In the course of the American narrative that’s called “falling action.”
For those of you that don’t know, “falling action” is the minute and half of silence after a poorly cut Ghostface Killah video.
Stay tuned for more “NESCAC Nancy” coming soon…