I Told You: The Next Guy That Drinks Out Of The Milk Carton I Have In The Fridge Gets It
Ah, apartment dwelling. Everyone wants to do something, but no two people want to do the same thing. Everyone surreptitiously eats everyone else’s food, so everyone stops buying any, and eventually you order takeout for every meal. No one fights over anything important, but blood is occasionally drawn over possession of the remote. And no one can get a female of the species to stay in that apartment for more than fifteen minutes at a time after she’s seen the bathroom.