The place isn't actually all that messy. It's what you'd expect from a college kid. There's some bags of junk food on the table along with empty dishes. Dave obviously was well off. He had a nice tv. Surround sound system. Probably every up to date video game system. There was a keyboard shoved in a corner next to shelf that was filled with records and cds (who even owns records anymore?). Apparently this guy was super into electronics and music. "This is the living room. You're free to whatever is around but I'll kill you if you break any of my shit." He lazily indicates the entire room.
"We got a kitchenette. It's not small, but don't try and be iron chef in here. There's no space for that bullshit. You'll have to buy groceries if you want to cook because my cooking skills would make Gordon Ramsay give on humanity if he saw them so I don't really cook. The only small beacon of hope on humanity is that I can cook breakfast. So there's a shitton of that. Gonna tell you now that bacon bits in waffles is pretty much the equivalence of God probably giving you a blow job. Or Jesus coming in your mouth. It's that fucking good." Wow, your new flatmate kind of talks a lot, John. Sorry. "Let me take you to your room. I used it for storage, but I cleared it out for you. There's some furniture in there that didn't fit anywhere else that you can use, but no bed."
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:46 pm (UTC)"We got a kitchenette. It's not small, but don't try and be iron chef in here. There's no space for that bullshit. You'll have to buy groceries if you want to cook because my cooking skills would make Gordon Ramsay give on humanity if he saw them so I don't really cook. The only small beacon of hope on humanity is that I can cook breakfast. So there's a shitton of that. Gonna tell you now that bacon bits in waffles is pretty much the equivalence of God probably giving you a blow job. Or Jesus coming in your mouth. It's that fucking good." Wow, your new flatmate kind of talks a lot, John. Sorry. "Let me take you to your room. I used it for storage, but I cleared it out for you. There's some furniture in there that didn't fit anywhere else that you can use, but no bed."