Matt claims innocence in relation to the tub. We have both decided to pretend the murky blue water isn’t there and never ever bathe again.
by krisis
In the “freaky” category, i returned to the apartment from my PiNu meeting to be greeted by a strange scent. Puzzled, i searched (through our two rooms) for Matt, having passed him on my way to the meeting. However, he was nowhere to be found. Attributing the weird smell to the windows being closed while the heat was on, i logged onto the internet, opened some windows, and headed to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, i found the tub full with a murky blue water. The scent connected; it was Ajax cleanser. I had a panicked moment where i thought i had got up to run a bath during my earlier nap, having dreamed of one, but i honestly wouldn’t have known where to find the cleanser. Then i thought for a moment that Matt had drowned himself, but either way i wasn’t too keen on reaching a hand into the tub. So, i just let it sit there. The water level does not appear to be going down, and in a position similar to my stance on the quarter in the toilet issue, i refuse to submerge my hand to toy with the drain without something like a nuclear-waste-disposal suit on.
At least it’s a clean smell…
You absolutely shouldn’t plagiarize for a term paper. Not ever. And, if you had been considering it on some deep inner level, first you should check to see if your textbook was written by your professor.
Forgot about that one, didn’t’cha?
In a heartbreaking turn of events, some young man was just directed to my site after searching on the phrase “How to wear a Jock Strap.” Not only does he not know how to wear a jockstrap now, i fear that he might suffer from an indifference to dating and an urge to write down everything he feels so that random people on the internet can read about it. Good luck with that jockstrap, son.
and what seals fate is just circumstance
because coincidence equates with stupid chance
and the dumbest luck met me you
it’s true