Nasty, dank, malodorous little tidbits skulking about in one's head, just waiting to burst forth and declare themselves to the world. They'll just cause you trouble. Again, I speak from personal experience in this matter. Too bad.'' Smoke. In the living room, I happened upon my first clue.
Wood shavings underneath the cushions.
Nice wood, too. It just didn't make any sense. Just as I was pondering these elements, The Roommate came into the kitchen. The look on my face showed my disbelief in this feeble ploy. Nam, that's it.