January 2012
1 post
So we’re in a hotel room or something. You, someone else, and myself are on the fifth floor. The room has a big glass window which is swung open. You stand with your back facing it and gesture as if you would fall out as a joke, smiling. I say that it would be pretty funny if you were to jump out, and that since we’re only five floors up you wouldn’t get hurt so bad. So you jump...
