I Can Play Jenga Too

I came home last night pretty inebriated and decided to have a little fun. I noticed that four of the couch cushions are now missing, which means they are in the Hurricane's stink cave. He leaves them in there indefinitely and they don't reappear till I go in there and get them, gas mask securely fastened. So in my half conscious state I decided to put the rest of the cushions in a single pile on the couch to see if he will say anything or possibly *gasp* move them. It reminded me of an old post, the Hurricane Effigy.


Also, the shower drain is now completely clogged. I've had to get drano three times in the past seven months to clear it out. The Hurricane shaves his head in there every morning so it backs up quick. Plus, who knows how much trash he shoves down that drain since he is unable to find a trash can in the bathroom, or even the house. The trash pile remains.


I now take my showers in under two minutes, which I hate doing, but I am not willing to stand in there when the water fills up and all his trash starts floating around my feet. This may sound like an exaggeration but trust me, it's not. I'm scared of the day that used bandaid is missing from that soap dish holder...

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