Five Bottles Of Wine

It appears that five bottles of wine is starting to become a Sunday tradition for the Hurricane. Last weekend while I was over a friends house he completely wrecked the place and this Sunday has repeated that accomplishment, maybe even one-upping it. I had cleaned the house Friday and Saturday and it only took one afternoon, half a day, for the Hurricane to completely fuck it up. Here is what the place looked like Saturday morning after I cleaned. Of course I left the broken microwave there, I'm counting how many days, weeks and now months it is going to take him to throw it away.

Now fast forward to last night, I came home to this disaster. At first the kitchen doesn't look so bad, but lets walk around the place.

My friends and I had cooked up a Hawaiian meal on Saturday and everything that was left over was taken out of the fridge and eaten. Everything.

Lets take a look at this pic. See that purple thing on the floor? Thats wine soaked paper towels and a massive new wine stain on the ground. See these couch pillows in the foreground? He sits on them indian style right in front of the TV like a fucking 8 year old does. And whats that on the coffee table?

It's a spilled bloody mary. No need to clean it up just leave it. Thanks asshole. Oh and that green thing next to the glass? That is what he was snacking on....dried seaweed. He was eating it like potato chips. After he ate all the other leftovers it was the only thing left.

This is my life, I live with a Hurricane.