Grody

Home from work, I was approaching the gate to our apartment and see a beer bottle left out front by our mail slots. I "ugh" and roll my eyes in disgust trying to imagine what sort of person does that. Probably our loud, grody ass neighbors. Seriously, who does that?

I'm greeted by Rotny and I show him the things I brought from work before I put them in the fridge so they won't spoil.

Fucking ew. Like... I can't even... my brain isn't.... I just can't. Everyone fuck off.