I came home to my Hartford Apartment early this AM and found my shower seat to be busted beyond repair. While I was away last week I had a friend of mine stay at my place to feed my fish and watch the place because a lot of college kids live in and around me, which is normally a good thing and lends itself to fun, but when i am away for extended periods, well...shit happens. Anyway my buddy who house-sat for me is a normal dude, 5'9" and about 165 lbs, so he alone is not big enough to break the chair. He doesn't date fat chicks so its not like he brought home a Heffer who he allowed to take a shower before banging the shit out of her, so it couldn't have been a fat chick who broke the chair. Nope, I figure he fucked another chick on my shower chair...it's the only logical explanation. I haven't confronted him yet, and he's really not a bad guy...I dont know how to approach this....afterall he was doing me a favor....but it sucks doing a Goldilocks and the three bears in your head, "Someone has been fucking in my state of the art shower chair with the 16 setting handheld nozzle, and it is all BROKEN!!?!?!" wtf???

Vegas can be expensive/costly in ways you never imagine