Id like to begin this story by saying that Ian and I constantly remind his coworkers that theyre welcome to stay at our apartment when theyre out after curfew, but only one of them knows our door code, with that being said I will begin. This morning I woke up to our doorbell at 9:30. I had to put on pants once I heard Marc Lamb in my house and then I went to the living room to see why he was ruining my day before it even began. Turns out after a long night of partying in hongdae Lamb decided he wanted to leave early so he came to our apartment. He called Ian at 4am so naturally he didnt answer. Now, just two weeks ago Lamb and his wife stayed with us for the week, therefore he is very much aware of our door code, but instead of using it to come inside and sleep on an actual bed he took it upon himself to seek refuge in the back seat of our car until dawn. We finally have furniture which would allow 3 places for him to choose from inside the house but for some ungodly reason Lamb thought nah, Ill just sweat it out in the back seat of this shitty 99 KIA credos. Ladies and gentlemen, thats Army logic for you.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 02:34:57 +0000
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