Now it's smelling like Indonesia...

There have been some interesting developments in the hallway smell saga this past week, but I've forgotten to post about them. Some memorable scents include Listerine, freshly cut clover, and kitty litter, but now that the regularly scheduled parade of pothead thuggery and billowing smoke from #4 has resumed it's all weed, motherfucker! Now if only those hood rats that used to hang around in the stairwell and act really quiet whenever I came home only to get back to their lip smacking and mile a minute chatter once my door was closed would make their triumphant return...

















If Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch, he'd always be broke, he'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke. Unless he lived across the hall, in which case there's plenty to go around.