My brother wasn't here when I got home. I called his work to see if he was still uneaten. He said he stayed at his girlfriend's place and let his friend Dick crash in his room last night. But there was no one here when I left for work last night. When I got home, I found a pair of vinyl boots with a nasty layer of funk on them. That was it. Dick and his car were gone. And.. the chair isn't propped in front of the fridge anymore. I went past it quickly last night, but this morning I actually dared open it.
Please be on the lookout for a 1983 red Ford Mustang. License plate: TASTEEE (my brother's friend considered himself a ladies man)