Hanging out around the house all day in my underwear, drinking coffee and sleeping sounds like a great way to spend the day to me. I would think the enjoyment factor of pissing away the day would increase exponentially if you toss Ashley Greene into the mix along with you. Could one really call that a waste of time anymore? I mean what could be more important than availing yourself of the opportunity to witness Ashley come strolling through the house in her underwear, or undulating around on the bed? Opportunities like this make all that nonsense about earning a living, having a roof over your head and food to eat just sound like the true waste of time. Why break my back for peanuts when I can slowly starve to death looking at Ashley Greene sitting in a window sill in her panties?