Dear Room,
Could you please clean yourself? The Council is not some magical force that possesses telepathic capabilities. I can't figure out if my clothes are clean or dirty. Oh wait a minute, the shirt with the black Russian wasted all over the front is most definitely dirty. The only items that are clean for sure are my socks and panties..ahem...boxer briefs. Why are there unopened condoms on my floor? I don't even have sex.
The Council just counted twelve packs of cigarettes in his one room mansion. The Council should call maid service but he doesn't know if it means maid service or "maid service". Besides is it politically correct to refer to the service as "maid service". Plus the Minion next door will not allow me to just throw my trash into its designated area without a debate. He keeps talking about the theory of recycling. What the hell is "RECYCLING" anyway? The last time The Council checked the ocean was filled with bits of plastic.
