If I could stop laughing, I'd type. Ok. I've got it somewhat under control.
First of all, Roomie Dave is GAY (not there is a problem with that). I'm pretty sure if he saw me in my grannie panties he's be like...don't all chicks wear that? But if I flashed him my tatas, he would probably run screaming. "No!! You're blinding my eyes!!"
I knew something was up when the first day I moved in and went through the laundry room and there were STACKS of very high end clothes folded perfectly. Heck...I've never folded a shirt like that in my life. And it's a guy?
Well, since Manilow, he hasn't been back. That's a darn good technique to keeping people away.
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