It is true. In the space of wall between the our laundry room and the living room, a man has been encased within the sheet rock and left to die. How do we know? Because every -:38 his watch beeps. I use that little muffled beep as my get-your-butt-to-the-bus-stop cue, so I’m kind of glad he’s there, but at the same time, I’ve been having these really weird dreams lately regarding a man in a yellow hat.
My not-gay roommate has dubbed him “Bob” after Bob the builder, but I wish he didn’t. Once you name them, they’re harder to get rid of.
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