It started when you got hit with a brownie during a party the night of your graduation. Your friend Preston had dragged you by your reluctant ass to this lame party. And now, you had to wash it off. The bathroom was occupied downstairs where the party raged, so you snuck upstairs. You open the door.

“Holy shit! Don’t you knock, woman?!”

You nearly screamed as you saw Kenny posed interestingly on the sink with his “love” backpack, and rush to leave, closing the broken door in the process.

“Nah, man! Now we’re stuck!”

Holy shit.