Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Or a doorknob.

Girl: I was so drunk on Friday... we were out of control and ambushed my friend in her room at the Elmhurst.
Guy: Oh! I'm living there next year. What floor is your friend on?
Girl: Second floor first room on the right.
Guy: That's my apartment!
Girl: Oh...you don't have a shower curtain anymore. Sorry.