The four siblings sleep here. I am demoted from my ironically spacious futon, and exiled to the couch. The newlyweds get my bed.
Andrea: "Paul, I found your thumbtacks. They're beside your bed. I almost stepped in them."
Me: "Oh good, I was looking for those." I was looking for those. Though I could no longer remember what it was that I needed them for (and still can't).
Brian and Colin proceed to make fun of me for being only a percentage of a human.
Andrea (from the bathroom): "Where do you yahoos keep the toothpaste?"
Even I can't help but laugh: "On the floor in the living room."
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