Tonight someone left the front door open, this was an open invitation for a raccoon and he took it. He went into Dereks room and hung out for a while, scaring the shit out of Derek. Welcome to living in The Melon
Not having a wine party again unless everyone brings a note from their therapist clearing them to participate so our bedrooms don’t turn into crying chambers
Nobody:
No living being:
Not a single soul ever:
Rob at 3:11am busting into Buck’s room blacked out with a trash can, comforter and pillow: Hey man I’m just gonna sleep in here on your couch if that’s cool because I feel like I’m gonna die and I’d rather die with my friend