Well, someone got lucky. Minty fresh lucky.
I mean, there are bins downstairs. Down one flight of stairs. But, you know what, let’s just leave our broken chair in the hallway, darling.
I don’t even want to know why. PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE.
I have a secret banana-factor. (sorry)
Sock drawer seeks hallway for rent. Must have 100000v lighting and a tiled floor that smells of paprika.