Holy shit!

Here's a short and totally useless story that just happend:

We are peacefully sitting in our apartment when someone rings our bell but doesn't answer the intercom.

Me, enraged, goes back to couch when it rings again for way longer. Still nobody answers.

Me, even more enraged, goes back again when suddenly someone knocks on our door (4th floor) like a maniac.

I look down the door viewer and see two heavy af policemen in front of the door and i go like "shit. shit. shit. What did i do?"

Police: "Is this Mr. XXX Apartment?"

Me: *looks like i'm hiding a terrorist*, "No, it's not."

Him: *points down the floor* "Is this Mr. XXX Apartment?"

Me: I thinks so, but i actually don't know, lol.

Him: You think so?

Me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

GF to me when i close the door "I FUCKING KNEW IT, HE'S A FUCKING DRUG DEALER!"

It's true though, our neighbour is really weird but i don't even know his name. Looks like shit is about to go down

here, can't wait for the first special forces to crack down his door. 


@Police if you read this: I didn't do anything, i swear.