I came home after work the other night to find my movies sitting on my porch. Thanks, man. What was really awesome is that he picked the only shitty, pouring rain day in two months to finally return my things, and he put the movies in an open paper bag. Also, thanks for returning the other two things I gave you as gifts and didn't ask you to return...and for giving them back DIRTY and reeking of cigarette smoke, as an extra Fuck You. I can't have ANY remnant of you in my apartment.
Lame. Grow up.
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