there's nothing like sneaking through the back at 4:45am, and aghast at finding your jetlagged parents washing dishes in the kitchen, covertly grabbing the secret backup keys, quietly coming through the front door, and just by the purest chances of all eternity, running into your father walking the corridor as your stealth mode turns into naught. oh well. good times with soju and main street santa monica :P
one, peter pan will never be the same for me! hahahahahaaa!
two, soju rules!
three, how was neverland? hahahahaahahaha!
four, ina left a bag of barf in your car hahahahaha
five, the bag that i threw in YOUR trash can! what a surprise we saw hanging on the bag! ewwwww! :P
hahahha, look that the soju did to her...and you. were we out that late? shiyet.