i'm throwing seven different kinds of smoke!

I'm officially changing Fawbush's name to Dupree. This summer, he has chosen to "stay" at our apartment for what at first sounded like a couple days but now will be the remainder of the summer until his apartment is available.

Somehow though, in the few days he has been here, he has managed to unleash a wave of destruction on the 2300 building of Gainesville Place.

First, the flood. Not much more I can say about that.

Then, Stan (his dog). Not only should he not be here (Fawbush claims a couple of days for him too), but he has fleas. We've restricted him to Fawbush's room, but he still managed to shit all over the neighbors' apartment, which I must say was pretty funny.

Let's not forget the nudity. Whether it's walking into his room to find him spread-eagle naked on his bed, or him walking into your room using only his hands to cover up his nuggets. OR when his left nutsack finds it way above his belt but in front of his shirt.

Luckily, he still has yet to destroy our sweet fort, which you can see below. Armed with a big screen, beer fridge, pillows and shelves, living room forts don't get much better.