So without further delay or preamble, lets begin the first post of my classy new blog, 'Hangin out on America's Wang'
So I got a new piss mate the other day, and now the bathroom smells like rotten parmesan cheese. I mean it smelled, like nothing before the dude showed up, and now I'm looking everywhere for a hidden chunk of rotten dairy product. And its not a complicated bathroom, not a lot of places to hide cured hunk of lactose.
The bathrooms are weird too, we have a deadbolt on our side, but once you are in there, you can lock both doors only from inside the bathroom. So you could easily lock your pissmate out of the bathroom without breaking a sweat. Odd system, really forces you to play nice with the guy that smells like Minnesota on a hot day.
All well, seems like a decent enough fellow, hopefully he won;t read this and lock me out of the bathroom.