Anyone remember when my mom made me a handwritten eviction notice? Well, guess who grew up and learned how to make his own signs?

Five years after I got kicked out of my room, I finally got a new bedroom to call my own! The bachelor bad of all bachelor pads, with no sisters or parents.

It’s the freedom and independence I’ve been waiting to…. share with somebody.

Anyone want to spend the night… keep me company? I hate to hoard all of this independence to myself.