hello. my name is a kate. i am a cheeto-holic.
Not my story, but a great one from a friend. Friend is drunk and hungry at 3am, decided to get a cheese steak and Totinos® Pepperoni Pizza Rolls from 7-11. Goes home, microwaves each appropriately. Wakes up on the couch around 10am to find the cheese steak filled with the pizza rolls, uneaten and on the coffee table. Microwaves it and eats it, then goes to bed. Genius Move!!
I have been having this problem lately, where I go out drinking, and I wake up the next morning with a half-eaten Jumbo Slice in a pizza box on my bed. It has happened now four times in the past month ... and I don't remember eating the Jumbo Slice.
This wasn't next to anything, but once i woke up in a girls place, hungover as hell. She offers to buy me a gatorade so we go to the store in her building. On the way down I notice this doesn't look like a normal apartment with all these sign ups on the poster board and people decorating their doors. You might know where this is going, but when she bought my gatorade using her GW student card I realized I woke up at a dorm.
Was at a field party one night (that's what you do as a teenager if you grow up in Virginia), and woke up in a truck bed damp with dew the next morning. My tent was set up, and my sleeping bag was inside it, and I was shivering. I have no idea why I chose to sleep in the truck bed.
A bag of tostitos, salsa and my neighbor!
Like Andrew, I often wake up beside a mysterious jumbo slice box. Sometimes, there's not even a bite taken out of it.After Leslie and Sarah's birthday prom, I woke up with the party light system in my bed. Sweet tea vodka is my best friend and my worst enemy.
Dan's story reminded me of the time camping this summer when I woke up on gravel. Not a sleeping bag over gravel, but literally body to gravel. And not the almost paved down like a road gravel, real, bumpy gravel.
One time a friend of mine (who's initials are Sarah Harding) woke up in the bushes outside our dorm.
First day of summer vacation between junior and senior years of high school my curfew was extended to midnight and I was pumped. However that night after drinking in the woods (oh, growing up in the 'burbs) my friends dropped me off at 11:15p and I didn't want to go inside until midnight, because my curfew was extended, dammit. So I decided to sit on the front lawn. *Big mistake!* My mom found me passed out on the lawn - half in a bush - at 2:00am. Needless to say I didn't stay out until midnight for a while.
A few weeks ago in Dewey I was at a party with a friend. She & I were staying in the same hotel room, but she wanted to go home earlier than I did. When I got back I accidentally woke her up, at which point she realized that she had chips, guacamole, & string cheese in the bed with her. She promptly threw the string cheese at me.
yes, i once slept in bush...evidenced by my scarf hanging on said bush the next morning, sort of a flagged marker on where to find me.
I once visited a good friend and her fiance. The three of us went out for a few too many mudslides. The next morning I woke up, rolled over and found her fiance curled up on the other side of the air mattress I was sleeping on in the living room. I walked into the bedroom and told my friend whose response was, "oh... not again." Apparently after nights of drinking too much he has a tendency to sleepwalk, climb into other people's beds and curl up in a ball. Haha! To this day that story cracks me up.
(804): So how Liz Lemon is this? I bring a boy home, we get in bed, and I realize there's a lean pocket wrapper in the sheets. Not mine, but still funny.
String cheese wrappers. I have a problem.
Or...an empty box of pokey sticks from Gumby's Pizza in State College. Crumbs everywhere.
me and pokey stix have had many a tryst.
what i would do to wake up in bed with a box of pokey stix...
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