Yeah, I said clocks.
So, I roll into my room and see a big naked guy on the other bed. I understand my women readers may have been intrigued, along with 8-10 percent of the men, but I was perplexed.
It was my new room mate, a guy who assumed it was a clothing optional facility. In the brief time I saw him, I noticed he needed ironing.
The stupid computer won't let me leave comments, and there were plenty of smartass ones.
Some of youse may wonder how I am able to wake up at 3 a.m.
The facility has a young girl vigorously scrub my naughty bits. Works much better than an alarm clock. When I go home I'm sure Mrs C will discontinue this method.
My number is 908.222.5142