Move-In Day Is Upon Us

Yup, those are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Straight baller shit right there, but you already know my thoughts on making the Apocalypse a positive time. September 1st (Move-In Day) is upon us, and with that comes my increasing need for a murder spree-suicide combo. Seriously, I've been thinking of escape routes for like 4 hours IF I happened to personally riot like it was Grand Theft Auto 4 or some shit. Best believe I'd rack up 4 stars quickly.

I was at work today and thought, wow, I have to clean shit up after work--all night long. I actually caught myself debating hiding out at work and racking up like 18 hours of overtime. Cameras catch me sleeping on a row of printers and shit. I'd probs be fired. I bit the bullet, grabbed the rubber gloves, mop, and AK-47 (in case I snapped, plus I did the 'all weapons' code explaining the AK) to start cleaning. 2 hours felt like days, days felt like weeks, and the lack of paper towels/cleaning products really salted my game. This is just part 1 of a terrible series. Think "Saw." You don't want to watch it, but you have to since it comes out on Halloween and 1-6 are on Showtime, HBO, and for some reason Nickelodeon.

I'll keep you comfortable mofos posted on how things are going 'round these parts. If Craw doesn't post tomorrow, assume he got AK'd.