“You call this a clean apartment? My coffin’s better and I’ve been moldering in it for ten years! And thank YOU for buying that cheap Styrofoam model!”
All I know is that when I was in college the university radio station was taken over by “professional students” – people who had graduated but thought it would be cooler to stay at the station and play “Breakfast with the Beatles” for the next 30 years. This was OK for the first ten years or so, but I used to go up to them and ask “Hey, isn’t this the year your little sister graduates from Law School?” It was like the Lost Boys only with worse music.
Are you kidding? I know where his hands have been.