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Rest assured, I own the knives .... he owns more or less nothing useful in the apartment, asside from maybe some paper plates and plastic forks and knives
The kitchen in my trailer is about that big or little bigger. I can't imagine sharing it with anyone. That's OK, nobody wants me anyhow. I save a ton of money on food they way I shop. That way I don't feel so guilty buying a guitar or ten.
You can see the mold on the cap of the soy sause. How the fuck did that happen? That stuff last forever. And what the hell do you need a whole gallon of that shit for?!?!
Nella Wafers, Woppers and Wheat Thins. Pot Smokers Cuisine! =)
I used to have this roomate, he used to really punk me in some fucked up ways.
We were in the drug business. So excuse my terminology.
But he would put cut in my milk.
He'd drink like 1/4 of a gallon of my whole milk, then add back that 1/4 in water.
Now, in whole milk its not too bad. I always knew it seemed like he drank a lot of his milk (2%), and mine seemed to taste different when he was low, or out.
So, one day I bought 2% to test my suspicions.
The next evening, I poured a bowl of cerael for breakfast.
It tasted like chlorine... confirmed!
Chlorine from the tap water that he'd "cut", or hit my milk with.
Man, you only see something like that on TV! Or the JCF!
Ho, why is it you that have to take care of his mess? I would force that ricotta cheese down his throat if he did it to me, lol.
Believe me, I find plenty of ways to redicule him about this stuff. Sometimes I've even managed to change his behavior!
Like for the few months he decided to leave the lint from the dryer on top of the machine for me to throw out, because he was too lazy to find a trash can himself. Well, the lint ended up finding its way into his pillow case. Once the pillow started getting on the "full" side, he figured out what was going on
"I pity the poor woman that marries him." Once a person has established the fact that he is a "slob", there is no helping the dude. I know, 'cus I'm 55. I didn't start out as a "slob". It just happens. When I was a teenager, you could walk in my bedroom without touching the actual floor. Didn't bother me. And it didn't bother my parents. Grew up. The mess still didn't bother me. Got married and had a kid. The mess didn't bother me and my wife gave up. There are ways of looking at a slob. The kind way is that he has more important things to occupy his mind. The normal way is that he is inconsiderate of others and should be shot. The bottom line is: "Once a slob. Always a slob":ROTF:
"I pity the poor woman that marries him." Once a person has established the fact that he is a "slob", there is no helping the dude. I know, 'cus I'm 55. I didn't start out as a "slob". It just happens. When I was a teenager, you could walk in my bedroom without touching the actual floor. Didn't bother me. And it didn't bother my parents. Grew up. The mess still didn't bother me. Got married and had a kid. The mess didn't bother me and my wife gave up. There are ways of looking at a slob. The kind way is that he has more important things to occupy his mind. The normal way is that he is inconsiderate of others and should be shot. The bottom line is: "Once a slob. Always a slob":ROTF:
You have no idea .... you pretty much just hit the nail on the head. You should check out how his bedroom looks:
Been there done that. Don't need to look. I like to look at it this way: "People with high intellects can't be bothered with material things decaying in the frig or dust bunnies or lint traps or dirty dishes or clothes everywhere or guitars in every part of the house (trailer) or any of that stuff. As long as they live "By Themselves":ROTF: :ROTF:
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