Because this is precisely the kind of story that I figure would be hard to swallow without pictoral proof…
Earlier this week I discovered the perfect way to end an 18-hour day: crawl into bed, exhausted, and wait for the goddamn ceiling to fall on top of you.
And when I say it fell on me? I really do mean it fell on me. A tile dropped out of the
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