adventures in apartment living.
Why are there children playing in the Dumpster?
Is lime green a factory option from Chevrolet, or did you take your Impala to Maaco and ask for that on purpose?
Why did you think that’s a parking spot?
Rihanna, huh? At 4:00 am?
So, all your bras and non-pajama pants are in the wash today, huh?
Seriously, why are you letting your children play in the Dumpster?
Why is that perfectly-nice chair next to the Dumpster?
Is your Camry supposed to make that high-pitched screeching noise when the engine’s running?
What’s that smell?
Do I call 911 or the non-emergency police line?
What are you barbecuing in the parking lot?
Shouldn’t those children be wearing coats? AND WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY INSIDE THE DUMPSTER?
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