[Sam and his friend are walking through the house]
Sam's friend: "Why do you have so much stuff everywhere?"
Sam: "Want to play legos?"
Sam's friend: "Is this the room your cat sleeps in?"
Sam: "I don't have a cat."
Sam's friend: "Why does it smell like cat poop, then?"
Sam: "We had a dog once. And a fish. The fish died."
Sam's friend. "Your house is really a mess."
Sam: [says nothing]
Sam's friend: "Why is your house such a mess?"
It reminded me of this one time a few years ago when we all had parasites and no one cleaned the house for two months. When I could finally stay upright for twenty minutes without fainting, I called one of those cleaning ladies in the phone book for help.
She said no. My house was too messy for her.
The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 26 by Charles M. Schulz
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