Shout out to my peeps- or peep-in the torso for hanging out even though it was cutting into sleep time. I retract my previous comment of "LAME."
Now on to my favorite topic: Joshie-poo!
Okay, I guess I had this one coming to me; should you bring a lady friend home, you can use my room, but don't forget to remove the giant bottle of Benefiber. I'm not sure what kind of first impression that will leave...Fudge packer? Geriatric? Either way, it won't increase your chances of getting any so-called "poon."
For the record, I just wanted to add that beer is NOT a woman deterrent. In fact, I'm sure I am not alone in saying that brewing your own beer shows creativity, resourcefulness, and a certain fun-loving appeal...if you live in a somewhat classy bachelor pad. However, when surrounded by the previously noted decor (I don't think I need to remind anyone here), then the vat of beer gives off a different impression. Instead of proclaiming, "I'm playful; come play," it says something along the lines of: "I scratch my crotch...a lot."
Even though I sometimes refer to you as a part of the female anatomy or shout obscenities at you, I do support you in your quest to court hot Russians or other females. Wait, are you familiar with the term "females"? Perhaps I should say, "sexy bitches."
Anyway, we'll get to work on your room this weekend. I <3 my Josh-ter Monsh-ter!!!
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