Or, How We Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Destruction
It started with a simple dinner party, but things took a turn for the worse when our well-meaning but clumsy guests arrived.
First, there was Bob, who decided that our kitchen was the perfect place to reenact the entirety of "Thriller" in dance.
Next, there was Karen, who "accidentally" set off the fire alarm while trying to make a "quick" snack.
And then, there was Dave, who "just wanted to help" by "reorganizing" our entire bookshelf.
We're not sure what was more impressive: their lack of coordination, or their complete disregard for basic human decency.