Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.
Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.
Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.
Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…
Sounds like Laszlo to me.
New season just started!
My roommates reactions when I say I think the house is haunted
1750s kids don’t scare easily
Charles De Mar energy.
“I’ve been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I’m no dummy.”
“A lot of people go to college for seven years.”
“Yeah, they’re called Doctors.”
That explains why the decor is so 70s.
1870s.