A couple months back I drank about half a bottle of scotch while watching the TV series Mad Men for seven hours on one day. I was into it. About six hours in there was a knock at my door. I don't get too many random visitors so I walked over and answered. It was my next-door neighbor. He said, "Hey, are you guys watching Mad Men?" We stood there looking at each other for a moment, and I said, "Yeah, we've been watching it all day." Then we stood in my doorway and had a short conversation about the program, which he also really enjoys. I went back and reported the most important aspect of the conversation to my girlfriend: the neighbors can see into our apartment. It's a good thing we get along really well with them. Otherwise they might spend all day looking for us to commit some crime to get us evicted.
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