Worst. Housemates. Ever.I lived in a large house with two fairly successful drug dealers. After a few months, whenever you'd pick up the phone and dial a number, you'd hear a faint click. A few months later, I came home to find about six squad cars in front of the house, a few unmarked cars, a house-full of police, and both my housemates handcuffed and sitting on the couch. Furthermore, there were three detectives counting the largest stack of money I have ever seen on the kitchen counter. It would probably fill three large paper grocery bags. I wasn't involved in it, so I was let go after about ten minutes, but I moved shortly after. But the nice detectives did give me back my bong and jar o' weed, surprisingly.
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