I’d hate to live on a street where this wasn’t the craziest thing that had ever happened.
“This is probably the third or fourth craziest thing that’s ever happened on this street. Like, one time, Henry crammed his ass full of fireworks and flew to Milwaukee.”
One second I’m sitting on the couch watching Jackass 3D, the next I’m in Vegas with my gf discussing whether or not it’s safe to park in a specific parking lot.
I coulda sworn I just answered aloud.
*Hello Exhaustion, my old friend*
GF (for real): “can you get me some water?”
Me (still dreaming) “I think this lot is closed.”




