My Room Is Spotless And It's Not My Fault

My roomate's weirdness transcends everything I first suspected.

Okay, so Carla irons her dollar bills so the vending machines will take them more easily. Fine . . .

So she takes her clothes out of her drawers, irons them, folds them, and puts them all back . . .

So she made me get out of bed while taking a nap after getting four hours of sleep so I could dust my fan because it 'looked too dirty' . . .

But yesterday, me and my other roomates were banned from using our very own bathroom because she had decoratively folded the edge of the toilet paper and she did not want us to mess it up . . .

The Chimp