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Aug. 1, 2016
I’ve been sharing a studio apartment with Todd Henderson for a couple of weeks now. I am writing this op-ed to recount my experiences living in this personal hell. Todd is a nice guy and all, but he has this quirk I just can’t get around. I could deal with his crippling social awkwardness and aggressive masturbation habits, but the one thing I can’t stand is his constant laugh track.
Don’t get me wrong, Todd has his funny moments, but his laugh track is inordinately frequent. He’s a walking live studio audience. Every joke is met with boisterousfurious laughter no matter how subtle it was intended to be. How am I expected to carry the normal flow of conversation if I have to wait for every one of his “‘jokes“’ to land and settle in with the “‘crowd“’?
Our lease is for a year, so I’ll probably have to just wait it out. I would find a subletter, but everyone has been avoiding me ever since I got my own theme music to follow me around, and I can’t figure out why.
