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Over the phone, our nameless heroine talks to a friend
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| Lisa!!! I wake up and there's this hippie outside. What do I do? Call the police? | |
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| Last night, you were all over him...before you puked on his lap. He was so sweet about it, he's a keeper. | |
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| He has meatloaf. What the fuck do I do with meatloaf? | |
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| Have you tried letting him in? Everyone likes meatloaf. | |
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| Ooooohhhh sugardumples, the door is still locked.... | |
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