I woke up one time with Pita Pit in the bed and a bag of chips in my hand.. which was awesome cause I was starving and the chips weren't stale. I later found out no one had gone to Pita Pita with me and they all assumed I had died when I said I was going to the bathroom and never came back.
I once woke up with a 40 oz bottle of Mickey (now warm) still curled up in my hand, a flaming hot cheeto in my hair and a partially consumed sandwich from Deja Vu (a sandwich place that was there a few years ago, but is probably gone by now) beside me. I was half-naked and NOT in my apartment. I had to do the walk of shame from Del Playa back to Abrego Road teetering on my hooker heels from the night before. I love and miss you, UCSB, but your rent is just too steep. But now I get to drink better beer.
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