As someone that lives above a meth-lab, that’s a pretty good analogy. One day I’m selling my old car to them and we’re shooting the shit, the next they’re banging on my door at 3 AM saying they’re gonna fucking kill me for literally no reason.

Canada doesn’t know what it’s missing. We have our problems too though, we followed everyone else and took lead out of gasoline, it just doesn’t taste the same anymore…

I live next to a meth lab whose resident inherited a pyrotechnics warehouse

Canada “I live in a single room above a meth lab, and below another meth lab.”

We’ve felt that for as long as I’ve been alive at the very least.

Oh man, if it were only a meth lab.

That do be how it feels