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Well, two years ago I was living in an appartment owned by the laziest landlord of all times, and the heat went out in the middle of february, during two weeks averaging -30°celsius... I called two or three times, he said he was gonna be right on it.
In the end I waited for two whole weeks, sleeping with four shirts on and two pairs each of socks and pants. He ended up coming to the house on for unrelated reasons and I caught him just in time to get him to check it out. Apparently, he had "forgotten". Ended up it was only a burnt fuse in the electrical system. I coulda killed the bastard when I found that out...
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aw dude, that's the most bullshit thing I ever heard of. you should've been calling him every morning at 5 am.
WHERE MY HEAT BRAH
WHERE MY HEAT
How ya doing, buddy?