This thread is now about an apartment that three board members once shared in Milwaukee, WI, during the summer of 2003.
Who knocked over the Fry Daddy in the kitchen during a party, spilling a quart of grease everywhere? I suddenly burst out laughing when I remembered that not very long ago.
My car: The city found it about a month after it went missing. A cop arrived at my work and explained to me that two suspects had stolen it and taken it around the city, holding up gas stations and convenience stores. I checked into the impound, found the car and opened the driver's side door. The steering column was stripped. The driver's seat had been fully reclined. So had the passenger side. There was broken glass on the floor. A few empty bottles of Bud Ice, some smoked butts. The car was predictably robbed of everything valuable -- stereo, hubcaps, change in console -- and some things that weren't, like the papers in the glove box and some photos in the visor. In a stroke of genius, they left my leather jacket in the trunk, but removed the Crime pin from its lapel. They must've had a laugh with that one. I didn't attend their trial. I wasn't summoned. The bus in Milwaukee was not fun. I saw Mike Schanck from American Movie on my route a few times. I did not last much longer in the city of Milwaukee, WI.
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