unfortunately I was never the lazy one. I - however - was the bitch in the relationship. I did most of the cooking, the cleaning, and the grocery shopping.
I let him do his own laundry and we've all heard the story about him almost dying in the process.
then again, you should ask him about our covert-ops/mission impossible garbage disposal in the dumpster across the street from the house. we had walkie talkies and everything!
i really get lazy about the dishes. i do most of the grocery shopping unless i'm like JARED! GET SOME DAMNED TEEPEE. then he buys the BIGGEST CHEAPEST package of teepee in history. he buys litter. and some food he won't even eat.
i came back from my 2 week stint in maryland to find red algae in the tub from the leakie faucet. EWWWW. i CLR'ed it and in two minutes it was gone. "i don't see it" he says. i'm sorry. it was bright pink. like, 1986 lipstick pink. you ain't missing that.
last night i finally made him empty the shower of all the empty containers he doesn't use.
that boy. why didn't you train him before i got him!??!
i'm all for covert ops. but in this neighborhood, we'd be shot. heh.
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FUCK. where was this chic when I lived with him?
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I let him do his own laundry and we've all heard the story about him almost dying in the process.
then again, you should ask him about our covert-ops/mission impossible garbage disposal in the dumpster across the street from the house. we had walkie talkies and everything!
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i came back from my 2 week stint in maryland to find red algae in the tub from the leakie faucet. EWWWW. i CLR'ed it and in two minutes it was gone. "i don't see it" he says. i'm sorry. it was bright pink. like, 1986 lipstick pink. you ain't missing that.
last night i finally made him empty the shower of all the empty containers he doesn't use.
that boy. why didn't you train him before i got him!??!
i'm all for covert ops. but in this neighborhood, we'd be shot. heh.
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can he make a beer pong table out of anything? can he throw together a bong like mcguvyer? those are the things that I taught him.
however, I am not supposed to be the one to teach him about the fine arts of toilet paper or mold types.
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LOL!!!!
goddammit.
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If I ever actually meet my roommate's mother... Man, training boys is hard work. (Dishes are not Jenga!)
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