So I was toiling away at my desk on Friday when my co-worker comes in and says "Hey, there's a broken plate and a crackpipe outside of the front door." So I walked outside with my camera and bent down to take a picture of it when a belligerent looking psychopath started walking towards me. Being the n00b from the suburbs that I am, I ran back inside and hid.
After work, I was happy to see that while the broken plate was missing, the crack pipe, or remnants thereof, still remained.



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