Monster roommate, MJ

When hunger strikes, you find yourself facing the ultimate gamble: mystery brownies baked by your chill, giggly, raccoon-type roommate MJ — a girl so relaxed she considers opening a window more of a “concept” than an action. After surviving a cloud of smoke thick enough to host a Phish concert, you realize… maybe it’s safer to stick to a sandwich. Again. If you enjoyed this scenario, leave a like and follow. Have a suggestion or a funny thought, leave a comment. Thanks again for playing