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So joke's on me I guess; if l will insist on living in the gutter, then eventually I’m going to get covered in cat turd. The second bag was full of shards of broken glass which, after a little inspection turned out to be a goldfish bowl.



After super-gluing my hands, the bowl, and a cup of coffee to my kitchen table, me and some friends managed to reassemble it.
Good as new!
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When got there, I could tell someone was home because I could see them moving around through the blinds. I rang the buzzer, but no one answered. So I just left the box on the doorstep.

