The building tried to eat him
    "We did this to our roommate's door when he went home for spring break. The best part was that his mom helped him carry stuff up to his room when he got back."
    Ohhhhh, so that's what they do.
    "I got home to find my door covered in 250 feminine hygiene pads. Tampons were strung festively from the upper edge of my doorway, some soaked in crimson juice. A card was on my door, wishing me the best throughout my tumultuous journey towards womanhood.
    This should keep those damn kids out of the backyard.
    Our theme today - paradoxical doors.
    So it's not really a door?
    "Now how does this thing work?"

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