The last house I lived at in SLO was on Kentucky st with a roommate Ben-G (ms). If you’re not familiar this spot is on the hill about a few blocks from the University campus. We lived in small railroadish building of 4 apartments, each 2 stories (bedrooms up stairs, common area down), single driveway with a small back lot and up against a similar set up behind us. It was college row as almost everyone around the street went to SLO and there were several frat houses around the block.
I remember the neighbors to the right of us were mellow college geeks/hackers with whom I got all my free software (Photoshop, windows, media, games etc.), mp3s and other computer tech from. They used to have the fastest binge parties where everyone drank hard liquor for an hour or two straight and was either passed out or gone before midnight… on rare occasion there was a lingering crew but I always assumed the participants were rotating and no one actually lasted more than 3 hours at a time there. Our neighbors on the otherside were brothers and that’s were we met the basty. Soon after, plenty of antics ensued…
Our landlord for the building was a retired lady who insisted we come by the house to drop off the check each week. Her and her husband were nice people and all, and we never had much to complain about (unlike our previous landlord – another story), although he would sometimes show up unannounced to “check out the quality of the window screens” or “see if the water is on” as reasons to check out the place so that we hadn’t destroyed it yet. Pearl was her name and just by name she reminded me of this video, however, unrelated to her tenant etiquette, this is certainly a funny vid.
The Landlord on FunnyOrDie.com
We started the morning with a hectic “Easter” brunch at 