B says I have OCD.
I told him that of course he thinks I have OCD, since any one that actually picks up their clothes off of the floor, or GOD FORBID, takes them off in the bedroom in the first place (not the living room/ foyer) naturally would appear to have OCD. I also take my plates/ glasses/ beer bottles to the kitchen. I need professional help.
I have never met anyone who hates wearing clothes so much, that the absolute first thing he must do when entering the house is drop trou. He barely makes it in the door these days.
Yeah, I have a disease for 'ya: *B-D-S.
* (Big Damn Slob.)
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