tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898061888405073837.post4948049788601022121..comments2010-09-18T10:09:43.659-07:00Comments on grunts,groans,and various mumbles of an ageing misanthrope: jimmieknuckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04472738381113750301noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898061888405073837.post-53693619402295846522009-03-20T09:04:00.000-07:002009-03-20T09:04:00.000-07:00picture this scene as well: my brother comes home ...picture this scene as well: my brother comes home from work to his basement apartment. His bed is located directly under one of those basement windows that are wide and skinny up near the ceiling.<BR/><BR/>On his bed lies a 14lb. bowling ball with a note in the finger hole that says "sleep with one eye open".<BR/><BR/>Knowing full well who did this (similar situation to your's, albeit much more maliscious), and trusting his gut instinct, the bed was repositioned for the reamiander of his stay in that apartment.<BR/><BR/>And I can totally agree with the part about "burning everything once edible" because when I was there, that hallway smelled like something that was unrecognizable, yet may or may not have been food.Aaronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09048208198348415427noreply@blogger.com