To the fucking clueless drunk who decided our front hallway was the perfect place to drop a grand slam: next time you decide to get so fucking drunk you can't contain either your stomach or your bowels, please, DON'T! At the very least you could have gone around the corner, OUTSIDE of our building. But instead our whole building, and the mail lady, had to walk past two very disgusting steaming piles of puke AND shit. We even pieced together when it must've happened: between 9:30 and 10:00 AM!!! Have some fucking dignity. Learn some fuckin limits.
|Not a fan of the grand slam|