So I was bored at work today and I got to thinking of a fun thing I’d like to have done on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
You tell me you wanna spend the day hanging out in the living room, Netflix and chill and pillow forts and whatever. Unknown to me you’ve locked all the bathrooms and have slipped diuretics in my drink then you watch as I panic and run around and beg and plead as you laugh at me before I finally desperately try to make it to at least a room with tiles or hardwood because I know who’s gonna have to clean up the mess I make (after being punished for it of course)