Author: Wavy GWavy G
Date: Oct 23, 2006 21:54
I swear to Gosh I've had it up to here (right now I'm holding my hand
right above eye-level, so you have a perspecive of just how fed up I
am) with this guy! I'm getting SO tired of cleaning up his messes. He
leaves crumbs on the sofa, his shoes in front of the bathroom door (I
didn't even know the guy wears shoes!), and he doesn't ever bother to
straighten the doylies on the table back up.
Oh, and it doesn't stop there. He's up all night, practicing with that
damned band of his--He knows I have to get my beauty sleep. And he
keeps promising me, "Eric, I'll pay my portion of the rent wonce my
band makes it big, I promise." Yeah right. Newsflash: YOUR BAND IS
NEVER GOING TO MAKE IT!!! Your band sucks. Sure, he's still getting
the royalty checks from his old McDonaldland commercials, but that's
not going to cut it any more. Get a damn job like the rest of us!
And if I find WON (1) more peanut shell or KFC chicken bone (and
that's another thing: *KFC*? Come on, man. I know you're bitter about
the whole McDonald's thing, but have some fucking pride. Damn.) on the
carpet, I'm going to make YOUR fat ass get down on your hands and
knees and clean it up!!!
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