Anything by David Foster Wallace. Smug, preachy stream of consciousness garbage that is then annotated to oblivion by more stream of consciousness smug preachiness.
Anything by David Foster Wallace. Smug, preachy stream of consciousness garbage that is then annotated to oblivion by more stream of consciousness smug preachiness.
It’s on you. They’re talking about the 90 degree elbow behind the bong that heads upwards. It’s piped like it’s to a vent, but the location relative to the cabinet opening means the vent for the sink is… between you and the sink
[edit] so their comment is saying “yea I see the bong, but that plumbing work is shit and I can’t get past it”