Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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Thursday, August 25, 2005

Am I gonna have to start locking my door?

I'm sitting in my living room last night, in my underwear, watching TV, and there's a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so i figured i'd just sit there and they'd go away. Another knock. At that point i remembered i'd lent "Family Guy" season 3 to the guy next door, and since I live so freaking far from town, no one else I know would be coming to see me at this time of night. So i yell "Just a minute!" and I get up to go put some pants on. Just as i'm doing this, the door swings open and there's my neighbor, who's name i don't even know, standing there with my dvd. Now in a porn this is where the 70's music would start...***dream sequence*** Ban chi cha wan wan, ban chi cha wan waan "hi" " hi there" "you live here huh" "yeah" "wanna fuck?" But no, i'm in my underwear and it's totally embarrassing, not sexy. But seriously. WHAT THE FUCK? I DONT KNOW YOU BUDDY!! IT IS NOT OK TO WALK INTO OTHER PEOPLES HOME UNANNOUNCED! Our parents know each other but that DOES NOT make us friends, even if i did lend you a dvd. I still don't know you're name for crying out loud! Now i'm gonna have to start locking my door when i'm home... or start wearing pants.

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