the theme of the kitchen was buttered corn. there was an unplugged fridge in the driveway full of rotting food. she brought in an el salvadorian woman who runs a pupusa stand in order to make pupusas with more expensive ingredients. pretty sure i didnt sign an nda. her idiot husband almost swung at the DP for some reason i forget.
in summation: nothing is going right, nobody cares about your dreams, and you will get killed by bank of america. but there's a place for every oddball.
