My housemate Adam wouldn't defecate in the toilet. His mother bought herself a Ghostbusters car. Adam liked the Ghostbusters car. An agreement was made involving Adam using the toilet correctly and ownership of said car being transferred. From that day forth, Adam knew where to poo.
This is where I sleep. I actually sleep on the floor. If you put the bed back together it deconstructs itself at night. Shit off Ikea, this bed is a metaphor for any faith I ever had in you.
Sock has been here since my arrival. He never moves. There's been at least three storms in the past month, sock don't give none. This is the kind of social commentary the internet was made for.
Morning coffeeannafag view. Nice touch. Cheers homely extraction system.
My other housemate Sid likes tea. Late at night, he proffers Sleepytime. (Phil - I know you're going to think I meant to write 'prefer' here, but 'proffer' is a word too. Look it up.) I was under the impression Sleepytime was his pet name for such a beverage, imagine the mirth upon discovering that's-what-it's-actually-called. LOL.
What I've actually been doing.
i didnt think sleepytime was a real tea-name either!
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