kind of a gross premise, actually
I mean, it must have occurred to Buddy Boy, now and then, what those greaseballs were doing in possibly every room of his apartment, on his couch-- he found a cocktail sword, why not a used condom?-- in his kitchen, his shower, in his bed? there was only one bedroom. And they were all kind of disgusting to begin with. How could he even stand to live there?
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