girl pockets: can fit a piece of lint. if
you're lucky, two pieces of lint. guy's pockets: can fit car keys, a notepad,
a calculator, the neighbors dog, an apartment complex, the entire
state of hawaii, and half of jupiter.
So I get home and there's
this random guy on my couch and he's like "Alright, I
don't want to hurt you. Just put your stuff down and get on
the ground. I just want your money." And I almost had a
heart attack. I was like, "OMG, please no I don't have
any money. I'm too young to die." Then he was like,
"Nah man, I'm just messin with you. I'm your
brothers friend. He's in the shower, I'm just waiting for
him."