Stranger in My Basement

 
The sprinkler guy came by today to help us get rid of Reese’s mini mud swamp. He asked if he could turn on the water. I said sure and told him how to get to the valves downstairs. He came back upstairs with a surprised look on his face. He said, "Does someone else live here?" I said, "My brother lived in the basement until yesterday. Why?" He replied, "I've partied here before when you weren't home." "Oh, really!" I said. It just proves that what happens in the basement, stays in the basement, and I have no clue what's going on.