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Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles once lost my keys at a frat house. My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully- disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently puked in the toilet before passing out. do not remember this part. The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I'd never been at a frat house in broad daylight before. A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. "I lost my keys in here last night," I called back. "I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?" He opened the door and gestured for me to come in. "Go wherever you want." I'd never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I'm sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination. I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller- esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed. "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket told him I did. He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys. "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around here." I didn't doubt him. Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched just about every bedroom and nuclear- waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I'd given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates' forgiveness and get a new set copied. As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly- burly frat boy approached me. "You need help with something?" "I lost my keys here last night and I can't find them, I've looked everywhere." "What do they look like? I'll put it into the group chat." He was already pulling out his phone. No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss it." He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat. "Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck." And with that, he turned and left. A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me. "Someone tell the girl!" One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, gir!!!" They circled around me. I hadn't felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd "Are these -" he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, "your keys?" And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring. "Yes," I whispered. "Oh my god, yes." YYYYYY "EYYYY YYYYYYYYYY!!" The cheer went up. Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of "no problems" and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night. gatorfisch THIS is boys will be boys this is boys will be boys
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Advice, Crazy, and Drunk: r/relationship advice 13 hours ago 2 S Posted by F received a topless picture from a mutual friend of ours... he hid it. I'm considering ending it.. I need advice. This started out weird to begin with. She texted me and said "Hey, sorry about the picture I sent you SO but I was drunk". I had no idea what she was tallking about so I said what picture? And she then sent me a picture of her in the shower, full frontal. She then sent me a screen shot of him saying "that's hott". No mention of me or how disrespectful it is towards our relationships So I asked him about it (Not confronted) just asked about it. He got a little defensive and said that it was a drunken mistake and he didn't want to tell me because he felt I would over react and be mad at him over nothing. I have this awful feeling that it wasn't the first time. They are snap chat "best friends" and I don't know what is sent to him on there. It could be all innocent and I'm just being super insecure. I just need advice because I feel like I'm going crazy overthinking this whole thing. I have told her that I don't consider her friend right now and that I think it's super odd that she would think I would be ok with this. Mistake or not. I've told him I need some time to think. He stands by his story of one time thing and that I'm over reacting. Update: He is very upset that I asked for advice from strangers. Clearly he found this post. I have nothing to hide from him so. Dear A, Talked with S today, gave her the ring you gave me. Turns out she needs it more than I do. Also spoke with J and K. Turns out, you are a giant lying douche bag who couldn't keep it in your pants. Good luck with your new fiancé though. Wish you guys the best. I removed any of your stuff out of my place and it's currently with your mom. She was nice enough to come get it for you. I've officially changed my number and Blocked you on all social media. Enjoy your new life with S! Sincerely, Your ex fiancé P.S. J and K didn't know about me or each othe... guess that's going to be awkward for you. Hide Report +Save Give Award 94% Upvoted Share 736 Comments Yes, I'm sure that happened. We're living in a movie where fiance got three girls and made all of them his fiancee, then one found out and threw his stuff out of the house and his mother came to get it while profusely apologizing. Wait, isn't that like half of all romcoms?
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Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles once lost my keys at a frat house. My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully- disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently puked in the toilet before passing out. do not remember this part. The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I'd never been at a frat house in broad daylight before. A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. "I lost my keys in here last night," I called back. "I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?" He opened the door and gestured for me to come in. "Go wherever you want." I'd never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I'm sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination. I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller- esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed. "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket told him I did. He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys. "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around here." I didn't doubt him. Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched just about every bedroom and nuclear- waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I'd given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates' forgiveness and get a new set copied. As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly- burly frat boy approached me. "You need help with something?" "I lost my keys here last night and I can't find them, I've looked everywhere." "What do they look like? I'll put it into the group chat." He was already pulling out his phone. No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss it." He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat. "Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck." And with that, he turned and left. A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me. "Someone tell the girl!" One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, gir!!!" They circled around me. I hadn't felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd "Are these -" he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, "your keys?" And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring. "Yes," I whispered. "Oh my god, yes." YYYYYY "EYYYY YYYYYYYYYY!!" The cheer went up. Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of "no problems" and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night. gatorfisch THIS is boys will be boys Nice Frathouse
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Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles I once lost my keys at a frat house. My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully- disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out do not remember The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I'd never been at a frat house in broad daylight before. A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. "I lost my keys in here last night, I called back. "I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?" He opened the door and gestured for me o come in. "Go wherever you want." I'd never seen a frat house post-party Derore. Wandering up the stairs a by hungover and still-drunk frat boys sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I'm sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination. I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller- esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed. "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket. I told him I did. e mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking my keys. "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around bere I didn't doubt him. Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched just about every bedroom and nuclear- at dumn-site of a bathroom in that house. I'd given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates' forgiveness and get a new set copied. As I stood there in the hallway, silently a particularly burly frat boy approached me. "You need help with something? "I lost my keys here last night and I can't find them, I've looked everywhere. "What do they look like? I'll put it into the group chat. He was already pulling out his phone. No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat. "Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck. e turned and left. And with that, A few moments later, I heard a distant and it was getting louder and louder, One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me. "Someone tell the girl!" One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey, GIRL! We found your keys, girl!!! They circled around me. I hadn't felt that old, One of them split himself off from the crowd. "Are these -"he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, "your keys? And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring. "Yes,"I whispered. "Oh my god, yes." "EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYYYY!!" The cheer went up. Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of "no problems" and then, just suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night. gatorfisch THIS is boys will be boys Nice Frathouse via /r/wholesomememes https://ift.tt/32oakat
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Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles I once lost my keys at a frat house. My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully- disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out do not remember The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I'd never been at a frat house in broad daylight before. A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. "I lost my keys in here last night, I called back. "I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?" He opened the door and gestured for me o come in. "Go wherever you want." I'd never seen a frat house post-party Derore. Wandering up the stairs a by hungover and still-drunk frat boys sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I'm sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination. I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller- esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed. "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket. I told him I did. e mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking my keys. "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around bere I didn't doubt him. Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched just about every bedroom and nuclear- at dumn-site of a bathroom in that house. I'd given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates' forgiveness and get a new set copied. As I stood there in the hallway, silently a particularly burly frat boy approached me. "You need help with something? "I lost my keys here last night and I can't find them, I've looked everywhere. "What do they look like? I'll put it into the group chat. He was already pulling out his phone. No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat. "Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck. e turned and left. And with that, A few moments later, I heard a distant and it was getting louder and louder, One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me. "Someone tell the girl!" One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey, GIRL! We found your keys, girl!!! They circled around me. I hadn't felt that old, One of them split himself off from the crowd. "Are these -"he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, "your keys? And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring. "Yes,"I whispered. "Oh my god, yes." "EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYYYY!!" The cheer went up. Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of "no problems" and then, just suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night. gatorfisch THIS is boys will be boys Nice Frathouse
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Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles once lost my keys at a frat house. My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully- disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently puked in the toilet before passing out. do not remember this part. The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I'd never been at a frat house in broad daylight before. A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. "I lost my keys in here last night," I called back. "I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?" He opened the door and gestured for me to come in. "Go wherever you want." I'd never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I'm sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination. I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller- esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed. "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket told him I did. He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys. "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around here." I didn't doubt him. Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched just about every bedroom and nuclear- waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I'd given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates' forgiveness and get a new set copied. As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly- burly frat boy approached me. "You need help with something?" "I lost my keys here last night and I can't find them, I've looked everywhere." "What do they look like? I'll put it into the group chat." He was already pulling out his phone. No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss it." He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat. "Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck." And with that, he turned and left. A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me. "Someone tell the girl!" One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, gir!!!" They circled around me. I hadn't felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd "Are these -" he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, "your keys?" And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring. "Yes," I whispered. "Oh my god, yes." YYYYYY "EYYYY YYYYYYYYYY!!" The cheer went up. Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of "no problems" and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night. gatorfisch THIS is boys will be boys Omg. This is Amazing
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Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles I once lost my keys at a frat house. My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully- disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently puked in the toilet before passing out. I do not remember this part. The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I'd never been at a frat house in broad daylight before A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. "I lost my keys in here last night," I called back. "I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?" He opened the door and gestured for me to come in. "Go wherever you want." I'd never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I'm sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller- esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed. "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket Itold him I did He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys. "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around here." I didn't doubt him. Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched just about every bedroom and nuclear- waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I'd given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates' forgiveness and get a new set copied. As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly- burly frat boy approached me. "You need help with something?" "I lost my keys here last night and I can't find them, I've looked everywhere." "What do they look like? I'll put it into the group chat." He was already pulling out his phone. No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss it." He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat. "Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck." And with that, he turned and left. A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me. "Someone tell the girl!" One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, gir!!!" They circled around me. I hadn't felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd. "Are these -" he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, "your keys?" And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring. "Yes," I whispered. "Oh my god, yes." YYYYYY "EYYYY YYYYYYYYYY!!!" The cheer went up. Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of "no problems" and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night gatorfisch THIS is boys will be boys
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