I feel bad about a lot of things, but I do not feel bad about my neck.
It happens to everyone. You’re in the middle of reading something on your lunch break and your heart sinks. Is this another millennial think piece on ‘Girls’?!?????
Good place for a crisis: Bar bathrooms with dim lighting and plentiful hand soap.
Bad place for a crisis: Airplane bathrooms.
Jimmy claimed he lived in a loft because of the ceilings, but it was definitely a studio.
Cleanliness: Disaster. Didn’t own bed sheets.
House Rules: If you were dressed better than him (read: wearing a shirt and anything but flannel pajama pants), he’d make fun of you.
Would you stay there again?: You avoid his block altogether.
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I mean this in every sense of the phrase.
We’d wander around the aisles at 10pm and almost always forget to buy the things he said he needed to get in the first place.
Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.
A stinky man walks into a bar. Unfortunately it isn’t of soap.
I just love when girls wrap their legs around you when you’re kissing them.