I think I walked in on, or found the aftermath of, my roomate shtuppin his girlfriend on the kitchen table. The back door was locked (which it never is), the blinds were down (I'm pretty sure that has never happened) there was a pillow on the table and the tablecloth was all bunched up like, well, somebody was having sex on it. The chairs were pulled away as if to make room for either waxing skis or.........I spent the night at my girlfriends house but came back earlier than normal this morning and I think I may have suprised them. I heard them running upstairs after I came in.
I eat at that fucking table!! :frown:
