I know what i did last summer
beacuse i was working constantly and couldent drink my mind away. In an effort to fund my next years rent at uni I was working for a property letting agency doing up student houses* untill i drunkenly gatecrahed the bosses bbq and wasnet given any more hours (a story for another qotw perhaps?).

One particlar house stands out beacuse of the people who lived thier before trashed the place. Seriously how could you live in a house where:

the front garden had been used as a landfill, the front door wouldent budge beacuse of the huge pile of bills left in the hall, all of the bannesters kicked out, rotting take away boxes in the living room, a kitchen an bathroom floor that were as black and sticky as a oil spill and litterd with dead mice, two feet stack of decomposing plates on every work surface, evry single wall had deep axe holes in and "dave is a bummer!" written on them.

Oh and one of the bedroom doors had jammed so a pannel had been kicked out to make a human sized cat flap.

who the fuck were these people?

*the same company also let to asylum seekers, guess who was easier to clean up afterwards.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 19:57, Reply)