The housemate

My housemate gives Whitney Houston a run for her money, and I am not talking late night vocals but the early morning ones at the crack of dawn, drugs - crack to be exact and rock n roll

Witness;

Last night before i picked up i wondered to what i owed this pleasure. Call me once yes but two days in a row, I start to wonder if I paid my rent. So in a very grave elderly voice my landlord asked me if i knew whether the girl who lives above me had a JOB. I wasn’t taken by surprise but I decide to uphold the solidarity code and said only what I knew to be fact. Therefore with all the innocence a girl of my nature could master I said, “i don’t know, i see her like once every two months so i cant say much about the matter”

Evidence;

So i am informed that he and a witness come round during the day to revalue the house. On opening her room, the sight that met their eyes was beyond belief. There was clutter everywhere, cigarette butts on the floor, bed and the mess would put the hangover crew to shame. He went on to say that he realized it was her time of the month as her bathroom etiquette was not what my mother would approve of and he didn’t forget to take pictures. As his eyes roamed further around the room they were caught by a shinny attached to a bottle. This was the point when the witness took charge and declared it as crack cocaine.

Conclusion;

And the icing to the cake in a low disappointed voice he says, " you are a grown up, i can tell you this, she has a vibrator." on the other side of the phone, i smiled remembering the sounds that woke me up the other Sunday morning. Chic is getting more action that i have had in my entire being i wonder if the crack helps. So with my most surprised voice i exclaim, "OH MY GOODNESS!!!".

Verdict;

Thou shall not Judge.