When we lived in our old place waaaay back in the days when Steve’s laundry basket was stolen and drunks came for an unintended sleepover, we used to joke that the owner of our building was a mobster. It’s a good thing we were never late with rent. Otherwise, this may have happened to us.
I guess the landlord, Jonathan Steinberg, and the tenant, Ronald Rohde, lived in the same house and the tenant was late with rent. So Steinberg splashed rubbing alcohol over Rohde’s boxer shorts while he was still wearing them and set them ablaze. Luckily, Rohde got the shorts off before he was on the receiving end of a severe scrotal scorching, but still!
Eeek! Listen, Rohde, move! That’s my advice to you.