No wait, let me explain! It's not mine! I swear it's not mine!
Back to the beginning...
Today I successfully got my new bed set up in my bedroom. As I had spent very little time in my room since moving in (Due to my bed exploding see '#3 Night Terrors' or Fig.32) my closet has seen very little use. So much so that tonight was the first time that I saw the need to place folded clothing into it.
As I stood back to assess and appreciate my good work (Folded clothes, I'm a bachelor after all)I saw the corner of a magazine or 'book' and I immediately thought, 'Why the hell would someone put something up there? It is so hard to reach, what a stupid place for books.' So I innocently reached up and retrieved the before mentioned magazine.
PORN! According to my room mate I squealed like I had seen a dead thing (Aka he was actually concerned which is a rare thing) at the shock of finding a previous tenants stash. After a quick search of the top of my closet I found another two magazines.
After disposing of the Porn in the recycle bin (second hand porn - ew gross)I walked back inside and began to write this thing.
I think the moral of the story is that my life just isn't boring... Even when I just planed to watch some TV and fold some clothes something absolutely random will happen. Life is always interesting.
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