From Anonymous:
Your typical story at the bars. Your typical story of hooking up with someone. However, not your typical morning. I woke up this morning, still intoxicated and grabbed what I thought was my keys. Well, turns out they weren’t mine. We just have the same keychain. I don’t know her, now I have her keys and she has mine. I don’t even really remember what apartment number she lives at.
Only in College…
wouldn’t you notice the girlie stuff on her keychains?
maybe she doesn’t have any