Tonight, we are living in tenant hell.
Upon arriving home this evening, I discovered a message from Bob, our snakeskin-boot-wearing, barbel-mustached, fun-lovin’ cowboy from Minnesota, which was something to the effect of “…work let go…hopefully you can find someone else…please call soon.”
WTF? Most of our shit is packed up and we’re ready to rock!! He can’t
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