>7:38 is when you check the clock after touching down at the bachelor pad
>2 fucking dumbasses got in a pileup and shut down three lanes of the highway
>but you got 6 keys made and confirmed they all work
>you take a deep breath, sprawled on the couch
>and open FB messenger
>"Hey, just got home. I have 6 keys for you all. You coming?"
>throw ur phone down and turn on the TV
>theres a buzz as you tap into sportsurge
>click through the 5 different jerkmate ads...
>fuck. panthers are down 1-3 to the ducks
>how the-oh. bobrovskys not in net. checks out
>pick up phone
>"Yeah! Well be there in 30 minutes."
>hit her with a thumbs up
>this is actually happening
>suddenly your condomlooks a lot more dirty
>dusty table you dont even use...
>blanket and pillow compressed into one side of the couch
>your grand total of 7 dishes in the sink
>plate, big ass spoon, blender, water cup, cereal bowl, all purpose skillet and pasta pot
>could stand to clean up a bit
>dont get too flustered tho, end of the day theyre paying you to live here
>8:10, as you dry off your pan, you hear a racket coming up the stairs
>theyre not footsteps though
>its... clopping
>hooves on concrete
>and a lot of them
>what the fuck?
>and a chorus of girls voices chattering to each other
>you drop your skillet and look out the front window
>you can *hear* them go to the front but cant see any of them-holy fuck
>you swear you saw a purple horn poking up over the bottom of the sill and bob up and down towards your door
>followed by extremely loud clops on your door that reverberate through all of your walls
>"IM HERE!" you yell out as professionally as you can
>you put your ear to the door
>theres at least 5 voices giggling and laughing to each other
>like rick harrison says, you never know whats gonna come through that door
>and your lifes about to change forever
>deep breaths now
>turn the knob
>open the door
>get on the floor
>everybody walk the dinosaur