check my room.

My room is, well messy.

I have closets and a dresser but most of the clothes that still fit me are laying around on the dresser, desk or chairs ( some on the ground) in various piles.

I just get in quick to grab a dress on my desk and rush down for delicious waffles. (the fatty buttermilk breakfast is the secret of my huge assets, once you exercise a little all the fat left is on my chest, and my ass to be honest.)

That's the plan, I get in a room that look too clean to be mine.

No piles of clothes in sight.

"Mom!! Where are my clothes ?" I scream at her.

"All of it looked dirty, I put it with the laundry. Now come down for your waffles or I eat your share." She replies.

I rush down naked to save my breakfast, this is no idle threat, she can't let a waffle get cold and uneaten in front of her, I know from experience.