I brought a girl home last night after we’d had a few drinks at my place.
We headed upstairs, laughing and getting ready for bed, when suddenly a voice came from the mattress:
“I hope that’s not that chubby one from last week!”
The girl froze.
She stared at me in horror.
“What the hell was that?!”
I tried to stay calm and said,
“Oh, don’t worry…”
“It’s just this stupid memory-foam mattress.”
She looked at me suspiciously.
“Memory foam?”
“Yeah…”
“Apparently, it remembers everything.”
