With about 2 weeks left of my summer sublet in the shithole house, and after receiving yet another email from hippie slumlord requesting that i thoroughly clean the kitchen before leaving, i have found myself fantasizing about my last day in this place...
if only the house was equipped with an intercom system and an emergency exit slide. oh how wonderful it would be to tell hippie slumlord exactly what i think of her over loudspeaker for all to hear and then i could jump on the emergency exit slide wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
never to return to the house of filth and squalor again.
a girl can dream...
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