I have cleaning people at my house right now and I know they go through my draws. I have four hundred and eighty thousand pounds in fucking pennies under my pillow. There's a little bump. The cleaning crew who comes to my house must have no clue what I'm about. They're all Polish, I believe, and they come in wearing the little back-pack vacuums just going around the house. I assume that they're Polish because they're shorter in stature compared to normal people. Oops!
I mean most other people. They're very nice but I wonder what goes through their minds sometimes. I feel bad about it but I don't like when they have to clean up gross stuff, or anything that they'd consider gross. I try to keep that stuff to a minimum and clean it up myself. Let's say I've had a cold and I've been blowing my nose and leaving snotty tissues on my night table, I'll pick those up if I know the cleaning crew's coming, and throw them in the garbage myself. Now my girlfriend had to be off the pill because she skipped it for a little while, and I don't even play around. So we had to use condoms, which all guys love. Why wouldn't we? It's like putting your dick in a dead guys ass and then fucking your girlfriend with that dead guy on your dick. Like somehow, if you could wedge the dead guy into your girlfriend, it would be just about as comfortable. So anyway, I forgot and left the wrapper on the night table and now I'm ashamed