“I mean, Christ on a crisp, the stuff was bloody bland, feel?” muttered the cockroach. “I been living here a year and a half, and the last girls that lived in this flat were making risotto, baking pies… Hell, they even spilled wine on the regular. I loved mopping that shit up. But now? I’m gonna have to bloody move out! All this dude’s eaten in weeks is fuckin kumara crisps, orange juice and $5 Dominos pizza. And now he makes this pasta sauce on Thursday night, and I’m all pumped, and I head behind the stove to try out the spillings, and it’s fucking shite! Came straight from a can! College towns, man.”
Cockroach Living Behind Rubbish Bin in Kitchen Agrees, You Definitely Needed to Add More Garlic to that Sauce
