I'm an interior designer and I came to check in your house. My pants are below my ass and pussy but I'm unaware of. I brag about how stylish and popular I am and that my phone won't stop ringing, all of that while I fart non stop and keep acting like nothing is happening. I bend over to see the fornitures of your house, fully exposing my ass while farting, and tell you what we have to change to make the house stylish like I am. I get stuck on the couch, a mat and a chair and I blame the old fornitures.