After scrounging one up from my flat mate, I ran back out and threw him a condom. He thanked me and I told him it was nice to meet him.
Today in my apartment doorway was a brown paper bag of a Pabst tall can, mini Wild Turkey and a note:
In case you can't read the note, it reads, "Dear Nieghbor, Thanks for being neighborly last night. Have a beer and a shot! Cheers, Cameron #4"
Some neighbors ask for a cup of sugar, others ask for condoms.
*Notice that he spelled "neighbor" wrong. Classy should be his middle name.
3 comments:
You have such a fun, interesting life, you know that?
Thanks, Melissa! I started the blog to capture all the crazy stuff that happens to me. Glad you're still reading!
Wow. And yet you claim Sacramento is trashy?
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