Filth.

So you know how I said that our hallway kitchen is the universal black hole of filth? Proof (Dad, you should enjoy this one).


Also good to keep in mind: this was taken on a Saturday. Saturday as in two days after the majority of my roommates go home for the weekend. This pile of half-eaten week-old food, used cooking appliances, and warm fritesaus (can I think of anything more horrible? well, no.) is usually left out on the table/counter for all remaining roommates to enjoy for three to four days.

Oh, and I found a dead mouse next to the couch yesterday.