I dated this girl named Melanie about three times before she invited me back to her place. Things were going great, right up until she opened her front door. Turns out, she was a hoarder and you had to climb around her place over piles of filth and junk. When I mentioned it, she just looked unconcerned and said, "Yeah, I guess I could clean up a bit." A bit? It was a garbage dump.
— Joel, 31