Jeff Foxworthy Quotes

I like messy. What fun is tidy?

I'm definitely a messy person... I know where everything is but I just can't organize. I don't make lists and find scripts on the laundry machine, and under my bed, or in the bathroom, kitchen. It's bad, I really need to take control.

My house is very clean apart from a very small part of it that looks as if we've been burgled, which is my office.

I bring to my life a certain amount of mess.

I can be very messy and disorganized. And I don't throw away anything.

The thing with me is, I'm both untidy and I hate mess. But I'm not untidy in communal spaces, like living rooms. My bedroom is havoc.

I'm way too disorganized.

I don't like when I look too cluttered.

There are some people who have trouble recognizing a mess.

I don't really have a domestic inclination. Even my apartment has a semblance of a storage facility. It's just stacks, there are no bookshelves, just books and piles of stamp collections and weird little sewing and knitting projects.

You look in my room and it looks neat enough, but if you dared to look under my bed or in my closet, oh what a mess!

You can literally walk into my apartment and sit on a hat; you can step on a hat; you can probably open up the refrigerator and find a hat tucked under some rotten food. I have a lot of hats.

I'm the biggest slob in the world. My apartment is a mess.

I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!

The trouble with having a place for everything is how often it gets filled up with everything else.

If you have debt I'm willing to bet that general clutter is a problem for you too.

Because of the accumulation of objects, things are never quite the way I want them to be. There has always been a lack of, well, clarity.

My life at the moment is a bit like my wardrobe. Organized chaos.

I'm too disorganized.

This place is a mess!

My closet is like Bart Simpson's.

I'm a mess. My house is full of records, and my computer... I can't find the things that I want. But it usually seems to work out.

Imagine two years worth of stuff that you've been holding on to and everything just keeps piling up to the point where the pot just overflows. You know what happens when a pot overflows? It hits the side of the pan and it hits the fire and the fire just explodes.

I have a neat and tidy bed when I reach home but a cluttered one by the time I leave.

I hate a mess.