this is my landlord, also known as MOLK.
right now he is in my house, dressed EXACTLY the same as the above picture.
when sean, sarah, matt, erik and i went to sign the lease, it was midnight on a sunday and we all were drunk. we arrived at his apartment to find him covered in bed sores, shirtless with his pants open. additionally, there was a BARELY 18 magazine on his bed next to a jar of vaseline.
as seen here:
molk is upstairs, and the mere sight of him makes me vomit into my mouth. i really need to go upstairs and change and get my bag and run errands. the absolute last thing i want to do is come face to face with him, as i have been feeling sick already all day, and i dry heaved when i saw him come in the front door.
i need a molk deflector.