The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

Black Hawk Down

The coffee maker is broken.

The coffee maker.

Is broken.

Okay, the kitchen light isn’t working.

But the coffee maker is broken.

Thankfully they will replace it, no questions asked.

I was only cleaning out the filter.

Not my fault the little spring doohickey fell off.