A few weeks ago I decided to spend the night at my girlfriend’s house. She assured me that her parents would both leave early in the morning so all I had to do was wait until they left and I could walk out the front door. Apparently, she forgot the next day was cleaning day. Her mom spent 4 hours cleaning the house, stranding me in my girlfriend’s room. I had to email my teacher and explain why I wasn’t able to make it to class. The best part was, being lesbians, the irony of having to hide in her closet when her mother came in.
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