FADC
When you get together on Fridays to drink so much you forget your own name, but you still call it a club because you’re too proud to admit you’re drunk.
I showed up to FAC and my friend was crying in the corner. I asked him what was wrong. He said, 'I can’t remember my own name.'
FAC is just a fancy way of saying we all passed out on the floor.
I got to FAC and my friend was wearing my pants. That’s when I knew we were in trouble.