At bachelor parties, top bunk is always better… I woke up this morning to the dude sleeping on the top bunk (above me) throwing up. I have never jumped out of bed so fast.
I spend my early mornings cleaning my apartment in an anxious rage just so I can come home at night and immediately destroy the place while trying to unwind. Then start the cycle over in the morning. 21 Century Problems.
I just ripped a juicy fart in the middles of Jefferson Station, it received zero laughter. Noone even looked up from their phone. You 7 people in Jefferson station suck.