here it is read it and see sweet stevie, by the way my ilana god rest her sweet soul is my ex gf, who died in my arms from leukemia:
"me and my ilana cleaning our place"
When I was with my ilana we both detested cleaning and washing the dishes and our solution was the same: we both would strip naked, put on some music that we liked to hear, if it was cold we also turned on the heating and start to clean the place.
Well one day, while we were both cleaning to the sounds of van hallen, suddenly the doorbell rang and kept on ringing. i got quite cross and i said : “who’s that shithead?” and opened the door.
It was the postman with a package. he stood there with his mouth open and his eyes bulging and i said: “yes, what is it?” and he stammered: “you … you… you have a package… and you have to sign for it… here”.
i sighed, took the package from him, sighned for it and closed the door.
then i said to my ilana: “the governement is getting worse and worse and i swear the post are employing idiots.” and she came and said: “what?” and i said: “it was the postman with a package and he just stood there with his mouth wide open and his eyes bulging”. and my ilana said: “you opened the door like that?” and she collapsed in helpless giggels. it was only then that i realised that i was naked the whole time. :)