So I come home tonight after losing thousands of dollars and hanging out at the sloppiest clubs I'm being the biggest jerk in the world, and I f****** realize that my bed is not made? Why is my bed not made? Because I had sex with a w**** on Friday night and this morning decided I would be a decent individual and wash my own sheets. Normally I tell my Maid to change the sheets on my bed and the guest beds twice a month when she comes no pun intended. But for some reason I woke up this morning feeling like a champ I was going to wash my own sheets and make my own bed the only problem is after I put the sheets in the washer, I left the house and completely forgot about them so that brings me back to the beginning of the story. I get home tired as s*** in my f****** bed is not made. You might ask why I didn't make a bed when I took the sheets off? Well I had to act out about 3 levels. And by the time I got to the main level I started watching TV and forgot about the s*** it wasn't until I came home drunk as a skunk and wanting to just go to bed at 5 o'clock of the morning that I realize that my bed was all tore apart and remembered the reason that I pay dumb whores to take care of my home because when I tried to do it myself i screw it up. So after spending the last half hour making my bed I just wrote this post with talk to text on my phone and now I'm going to bed goodnight SPR