This building’s basement smells decidedly like pot.

And, of course, to do my laundry I have to make regular trips back and forth from the basement. Keep in mind I live on the third floor, but that’s a whole other issue. So every time I have to make a trip down there, to bring clothes down or take the clean ones up, I get a nice healthy dose of weed smell. I’ve never smoked it, but I’ve been around enough people to have… I can tell what’s going on. Now, personally, I could care less one way or the other, I mean, I can’t control what these other fools do in their apartments, but Christ almighty. Not what I want to smell when I leave the laundry room, thankyaverymuch. Ah well, they just let anyone rent apartments here it looks like.

2 comments
  1. hehehehe, at least your clothes don’t smell like old bongwater when you’re done. *looks around* Not that *I* know what that smells like…

  2. Forget about it, Stac. You’ve already given yourself away. 🙂

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