The broiler pan is clean, our stuff is cleared out, the keys are in the mailbox, and in exactly one minute we will no longer have a lease at the old house, an Edenic paradise that was also known as The Palace of Malice, Why Is There Raw Sewage Running Down the Driveway? Estate, and Oh Christ the Mold Is Giving Me a Headache Manor.*
In celebration and as promised, here is a poor quality mp3 of me making fart noises with my arm. I hope you enjoy it immensely.
*But most of the time just That Fucking Shithole.