There is N O T H I N G I love more than coming out of my bathroom to discover that my living room smells like weed because I had the GALL to open up my balcony for some fresh air while the temperature was still in the 70s.
And by love, I mean, FUCK whoever lives in my building and decided to smoke at 9:30 in the goddamn morning.
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