a few weeks ago there was a knock on our door at five a.m...for once mammal and yours truly were both sleeping...mammal got up to answer the door and i listened through the paper thin walls..."hey mate how are you doing," a confused and accented voice greeted mammal...i recognized it as that crazy barrel-chested englishman that was dueling mammal for one of the vacant vixens a few weeks earlier...(see entry on nov. 16th) "uh i just came here to return your keys," he continued...the mammal, a little confused as to why the englishman had a set of apartment keys in the first place, accepted them with a thank you...the englishman proceeded, "yeah, i thought they were the keys to another [mammal with the same name's] apartment but they turned out to be yours; they opened up the front doors but not your apartment door"...i could only imagine the puzzled look on mammal's face when finally after all his easy living, karma was catching up with him at the apartment door at five in the morning in the form of a pug-nosed englishman...mammal played along, the entire time trying to shuffle him out the door, but the englishman didn't want to leave..."hey [mammal] you want to do a bump?"..."no man," mammal replied, "i was sleeping, i want to go back to sleep"...finally mammal pushed him out the door and double locked it...the next morning he told me the story, and could not for the life of him figure out how or why the englishman had our keys..."i guess he just put them in his pocket," was his final conclusion...