Ken was the one who opened the cabinet in the first place.
Found in a very little-used cabinet in the office kitchenette.
Click to view full-sized and truly appreciate the grossness of coffeepot. I’m not a neat-freak, but seriously—have some standards.
Bleh!
My grandma bequeathed to me her George Foreman grill when I moved into my apartment. One day I opened up the box to find she’d already used it and NOT cleaned it, and it was full of crusty old grease! What’s that deal ’bout?
Looks like Ben L.’s handiwork. Just like him to leave a coffee bomb sitting around, hidden.
You better be careful. Some people like their coffee on the tar side!