Random post!
So I received about a truckload of old furniture from past students, four bookshelves, a table, a couch, a rug, three blankets, a futon, hangers, everything possibly concieved. Most noticable was a mini rug which I received kindly from the French exchange student whom we clubbed often with. He was also notorious for sleeping around with many men, sometimes ones he barely remembered.
And as I showed off my new room with pride to other students, pointing out what was from who, all of them looked at the mini rug and said "he's probably had sex on that too you know"
Why am I overcome with the urge to spritz it furiously with fabreeze?
And as I showed off my new room with pride to other students, pointing out what was from who, all of them looked at the mini rug and said "he's probably had sex on that too you know"
Why am I overcome with the urge to spritz it furiously with fabreeze?