Saturday, July 2, 2011

Hot Pockets

Feeling hungry, we broke into someone's apartment to microwave our hot pockets. We had a key, but didn't realise that there was an alarm. As it started to sound I refused to leave as my hot pocket had another 20 seconds left. As soon as the microwave dinged, we ran for the elevator. One of the lifts was coming up and we thought it might be the police coming up to check out the alarm so we ran down the stairwell one floor and caught the elevator from there instead.

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