If you ever get caught in a situation, and pray to your God that you don’t, where you find yourself stuck outside a jammed door (because your LOLzheimer’s yet again manifested itself when you forgot your keys somewhere you can’t for the life of you remember) and you have tried all means possible to hopefully get it to open, skim along the texts and pictures on this post and Ctrl+D it for possible future reference.
About a year ago, (yes, this is a recycled post, until I get to up another one a little later, huzzah!) my bedroom door acted up and wouldn’t let me in for some weird reason. My homie, who I shall name Tupé (short for “Stupid,” in reference to an old post that we shall bury in memory because holding on to bad memories is, well, bad), can only come up with the lamest possible suggestions so, yeah, thnks 4 th memrs (yeah FOB!) and thanks for trying to help. Thirty minutes later, all sweaty but still almost-model-like, I had already tired giving all of these a shot…
[photos coupled with instructions after the jump]
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