This guy stopped using me as much. he's always running. Running from something or someone. I couldn't stand seeing him run in the rain. He cares more about running than his own fucking car key.

it's at the bottom of catpiss lake

I knew this was coming.

It was in my armband when I was running. I drank a little, drove home, locked my car and now I can't find it. I looked into getting a new set of keys, but in order to do that, I need to get my car towed to the dealership. Working from home today I guess and then taring my house apart to look for it.

Fuck you. You'll never see the likes of me again!!

it was in the bathroom trash can

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL BREAK INTO AARON'S HOUSE AND STEAL ALL OF HIS CAT PISS

Cat piss. http://www.leafly.com/sativa/cat-piss

A harrowing look into the mind of Aaron and the neglect of his keys.

so they ended up being in my bathroom trash.

Damn you. You found me. BUT THIS IS NOT THE END.

So now they carry the odor of wanking tissues?

I don't know where you store your wank tissues, but I'm a man. I jerk off in my bed and use a towel.

I flush.