Our washing machine finally died today, flooding the kitchen. Management finally came to check it out and discovered that there was no motor! My roommate thinks it disintegrated but I think it's far more likely that previous tenants jipped it to make go-carts. Bill Cosby style. When I got home today, she informed me of the terrible incident which was quickly followed by an apartment happy-dance. We get a new one tomorrow. I quickly took this picture for posterity so that someday I can one up my kids.
"In MY day, the apartments were sooo ghetto..."
So long rusty clanker, you were somewhat endearing; I for one will miss doing relaxing to the sound of a few semi trucks falling down the stairs.
GHETTO
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