Your Head Will Gunking Explode

I woke up feeling sickly because the window shut closed in the middle of the night. No circulation of air in a poorly ventriculated room, which is why the window must always be open.

Maybe I oughta vaccuum the place. I can’t clean it, because if I told the manager that I was “cleaning my unit”, I would receive a lame lowbrow joke. I’d much prefer an ironic comment on the double-entrendre nature of the term “cleaning my unit”, and a knowing reference to how lame such a remark is, but the manager is not that type of person.

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