As soon as I laid eyes on my kitchen, though, I knew those plans had to change. Instead, I would spend my time cleaning and pondering a few questions:
- Who puts dishes back into the cupboards when they're not clean?
- Why is there cooking oil in my laundry baskets?
- What the hell was Brad cooking in my rice cooker?
- Why would someone use paper bags for the kitchen garbage can?
- What the hell happened to my stovetop, did he roast marshmallows on it or something?
Three letters followed by an interrobang: WTF?!
I also pondered a few other questions:
- Should I title the angry e-mail to Brad "Sweet Jesus, Brad" or "Jesus H. Christ, Brad"?
- How big a wedgie does this entitle me to give him?
12 comments:
woah! brad did all that to yoru place?! @.@
good luck cleaning @.@
I belive this entitles you to give the dreaded Atomic Wedgie
You should go to his place and piss on his bed.
I guess I'm just wondering why Brad didn't help you clean it up.
following jowen's comment...
...while he's in it.
Take a dump into paper bags and place them in different areas of this guy's place. It will stink of shit and he'll be none the wiser.
I only wonder if he'll even notice if I do any of the above.
Oh yeah, I didn't even know you were going homo, back to Berkeley. Did you go alone?
In-N-Out as in "In-N-Out Burger", the fast food chain?
...look I'm commenting again!
Yep, In-N-Out. That's what a burger's all about.
that is SO gross! putting dirty dishes up in the cupboard?! you've GOT to be kidding me?!
Oh, if only I was kidding.
Oh how I wish I was kidding.
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