jarntt
Well-Known Member
If you were capable of remembering that the cleaning lady was coming and were able to process that your presence could preclude her from cleaning your room and you consider that fucked up, you have no clue what fucked up isYou never know what kind of dumb ideas you'll come up with when you're all fucked up.
Back in the day when I was living with my parents, one night I got all kinds of fucked up, and I assure you, my fucked up is UP. Probably what you consider fucked up, I consider Tuesday. Anyway, I remembered that my moms told me that the cleaning lady was coming in the morning.
I didn't want my presence to preclude her from cleaning my room, so I slept in... my closet. I could have easily gone down to the basement and slept on the couch, which would have not looked strange and been much easier to explain, but NO, I picked the closet.
Well, the cleaning lady opened the closet door so she could vacuum in there and screamed. Good times. . .