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I just got home, and my living room/kitchen/hallway is completely torn up because my landlord has been replacing the shitty carpet and linoleum with those do-it-yourself-hardwood-floor things. So I walk through the living room and into the kitchen to survey the carnage, and I notice a pair of shorts with underwear in them sitting on a chair in the kitchen. At which point I thought to my self "hmmm, I wonder if this means that somewhere my land lord is walking about sans pants and underwear."
Moments later, as I was cooking dinner, I was horribly punished for such thoughts.
Just as I'm about to add ravioli to my pot of boiling water, I look over, and there is my landlord, walking about, sans pants and underwear.
Part of me would like to inquire as to what the fuck he was doing, but in the end I thought it best not to ask such questions.
Moments later, as I was cooking dinner, I was horribly punished for such thoughts.
Just as I'm about to add ravioli to my pot of boiling water, I look over, and there is my landlord, walking about, sans pants and underwear.
Part of me would like to inquire as to what the fuck he was doing, but in the end I thought it best not to ask such questions.