Half The Rent...

So, we’re sitting around the apartment, bored as hell. It’s about midnight, and I ask my roommate (an obvious mistake) what we should do. He says to me, with a straight face, “we could go get an ice cream maker and make homemade ice cream?”
Are you working over-time on that one? How much thought could have gone into that? His rational was simple, “I was just thinking how good ice cream sounds right now.” I’m gonna go end my life…