So I came back to the pad after a bar outing to clear my mind and I notice that it's been cleaned.
Well, clean for a bachelor pad.
As I recycled alcohol from the night's festivities into the toilet, I noticed that the toilet had gotten a makeover.
Completely spotless...
There's a woman in the apartment!
I'm glad my interest in mystery shows growing up have paid off.
Other roomie/buddy invited a lady friend over while we were out an' about.
On a sidenote: I really want to have my own little bachelor pad again.
Kinda over the adventure of sleeping on couches.
1 comment:
Have you ever considered going back to old times to get yourself your own pad?
IE leader of the pack barbaric ideals. Challenge the other roommates and fight them until one is victorious and the loser must then take the couch. Who says we must lead things up to financial situations or obligations from generosity? We have the right to pursue happiness. Sometimes that pursuit must just take creative, or thought-to-be archaic methods.
...Just an idea...
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