It was a Friday night. Alfred F. Jones is sitting in his living room eating a cheeseburger and watching reruns of Jersey Shore. Usually Alfred was at a party, but today he decided to just relax.

However Alfred's relaxing Friday night was going to come to an end real soon, as his annoying roommate Arthur Kirkland was about to come home. Sharing a dorm with Arthur was like sharing a room with an annoying 14 year old girl with OCD.

Alfred looked at the time. It was 7:52. In eight minutes Arthur would be returning home from classes. He wondered what Arthur would find to complain about today.

Maybe he would complain about how Alfred left his dirty clothes on the floor, or maybe the dishes in the sink he was supposed to have cleaned. Just thinking about Arthur gave Alfred a headache.

Alfred heard keys unlocking the doors. The dreaded moment has come. Arthur is home. The door opened and Arthur strolled in causally. He looked around the dorm and looked for something out of place.

"Hello Alfred, strange that your home at this hour. Aren't you usually at some party?" Arthur asked.

"Umm, yeah, I had a headache and decided to come home and relax. No parties for me today," replied Alfred.

Arthur looked at the television, "You have a headache so you decide to watch that garbage?"

Alfred looked up, "Don't be hating on Jersey Shore. It's a funny show that a lot of people enjoy watching. Not that you would know, considering that you spend most of your time drawing unicorns and looking at gay porn."

"I DO NOT WATCH GAY PORN!" Arthur yelled.

Alfred grinned, "Yeah sure you don't. Just like you totally don't fantasize about me in a mini skirt."

Arthur was speechless. He stood there for a few moments not sure how to respond to Alfred. His cheeks were as red as tomatoes. He then sighed and went to his bed. As usual Alfred threw his disgusting underwear on his bed. Arthur didn't say a word and just removed the underwear and jumped in his bed to lay down.

Alfred looked at Arthur. How weird. Usually Arthur would've yelled at Alfred, or at least told him to clean up the mess he made, or nagged him about the underwear. Alfred got up and went over to Arthur.

"Are you feeling alright? What's upsetting you?"

"Nothing fat ass, now leave me alone."

Alfred didn't question Arthur. He got up and left Arthur alone in his room.

He thought to himself, "Jeez what's got Arthur in such a bad mood. It's not like him to ignore my dirty clothes and the dirty dishes in the sink, not to mention all the food I left around the couch while I snacked.

"Oh well," Alfred thought, "Maybe it's just his PMS. He'll be right back to his usual self in no time. After all who else cleans up my underwear."