I am grateful...
...that my mother taught me to be clean.
Cleanliness is next to godliness, my friends, and sometimes I think my apartment is the closest I'll ever get to the depths of hell on earth.
Why can't they be clean?
Life is a really hard game. The pieces keep falling out of those teeny little cars!
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it was amazing to meet you last night, call me and we'll all hang out again. youre pretty much awesome
thanks for the comment, have a good day!
Although I must say, your mother keeps an immaculate house from what I've seen, I've often wondered whether she lets the kids in it.
I'm still going to assume your roomies are cleaner than most guys. I mean, you don't have a waffle on your ceiling right now, do you?
Speaking of which . . .
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