me: What?!?!? Why is he putting ideas like that in your head?!
n: No, not in the wedding ... drunkenly fall down later on.
me: Oh. I'll definitely do that. It's going to be snowy.
n: Oh my gosh, on F’s night out (also obliterated), I fell down face first on the couch at the bar and then floundered around with my arms pinned at my sides for a few minutes until I finally just rolled off the couch to pick myself up.
me: AHHHHHHHHHH!
n: I'll reenact when I see you. It was beyond ridiculous.
me: Was it as good as you getting trapped underneath your backpack and smashing your clay turtle and covering it all up by just "getting down to pet a dog"?
n: J and J just sat there watching in awe, and then J was like, "She might need some help … " It looked the same but sans backpack.
me: So you were pinned under ... your own body weight? It's not like you're obese!
n: I know! My arms just weren't working. And the couch was leather and slippery.
me: You keep up those antics and you'll DEFINTELY be the next one to have a bachelorette party in your honor. I.r.r.e.s.i.s.t.i.b.l.e.
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