Now this is more like it– here’s a door! Not a bad door, sufficiently crappy, just a door, and it’s ALL OURS. Does it get more mundane than this? Somehow I’m betting it does. One day, this door will be fully slammable. And that’ll be the day the real fun begins. You’ll all be lining up around the block to swing our lustrously crappy door.

This door comes from Erik, who it seems is out to steal the Crapshack show by piling on the crap so that we have no choice but to make every post about him. Or maybe he’s just completely and honestly and to-the-gills full of crap. Which isn’t to say we’re not grateful.

Distance traveled: I don’t know, but I can’t imagine more than a few miles.

How it got here: That’s just it: I DON’T KNOW. Scott mentioned he was going to go and pick it up, then came back four hours later completely loaded, with whiskey pouring forth from him pores, but with a door. I’m just the inventory manager — I don’t ask questions.