
ABM: Always Blame Meredith.

ABM: Always Blame Meredith.

There were some fruit flies that came in a batch of fruit we got, and they’ve been driving poor Meredith nuts.

Don’t make assumptions, yo.

Snack compartment for life!

What was the acetylene torch for, anyway?

I don’t know why Meredith keeps asking me for help. I am not a helpful individual.

“On the other hand.” Get it? God, I kill me (assuming Meredith doesn’t first, anyway).

Meredith brought home ice cream. We were all very happy.

Michelle might be missing Meredith a little bit.