It should be law that every apartment complex needs to have a greasy fast food shop on the ground floor, as ours does. You know those days where you're too hungover to even make food or do anything other than surf the net and watch shitty TV? I'm having one right now. Being that I also live on the ground floor and haven't changed out of my pyjamas, the gigantic box of chips drowning in mayonnaise was the most amazing thing that's happened today. Well, besides hearing that Deadmau5 got punched in the head.
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