If the ants, hyperactive radiator and former closet now serving as a bathroom weren't enough to make us hate our apartment, now we have the glaring lack of super hot guys fucking in the stairwells to think about, too. Great.
Should we lodge a complaint with the super or something? Considering how much we pay a month to call this charming little rat hole home we think that paying a few cute gay boys to fornicate around the building every once in a while is the least he could do. That or, we don't know, maybe fix the damn radiator.