Someone broke into my home and vacuumed my carpets. That, or I did it and forgot about it. Or someone else did it and I forgot about it. Is there nothing in this world better than clean, nicely vacuumed carpets?
You know what I like about you? That you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, even if the horse might be a felon. Also, that you're really high.
This reminds me of a thought I heard once: "how bout if a little old lady wakes up in her armchair to find a thief wearing a ski mask breaking into her living room, and she goes, 'My, aren't YOU a sneaky Christopher.'"
I wasn't under any influence when I was sitting here, thinking of a status comment and looked at the carpets and thought, damn, those are clean.
Of course, I promptly laid down on the floor right after that and almost passed out into nap phase.
I wish someone would break into my home and clean my room. Or the whole house, that'd be nice too.
Is this a metaphor?