My name was Sam, that is back when I shared my first apartment with my college buddy, Brett.
I was a bit of a slob, you see. My junk was all over the place, even on his stuff. Eventually, after a month, Brett was sick of it. He warned me that if I didn't clean up my act (and our place) I would be sorry. I told him, being the sexist that I was, that cleaning was a woman's job and he should get a maid... or a girlfriend, they were both the same to me anyhow.