Thursday, April 7, 2011

Reduce, Reuse, Recylce

If I charged the Hurricane the going rate of $5 for every footlong he doesn't flush I could be on vacation indefinitely in some third world country, which also would be much more sanitary than living here. He has never been this bad before. Trust me, he has always been bad, but it wasn't ever more than once a week. It is now minimum once a day I walk into the bathroom and I see his meat babies in the toilet still.

Here are a couple of pics from Tuesday and Wednesday respectively. And I know it's gross, but pay attention to the details in these pictures, play a little wheres waldo for a second. You will understand why shortly.



It is now Thursday and I wake up and see another one not flushed. I laughed (since that's really all I can do to stay sane and not run amok with a meat cleaver at this point) and went and grabbed my phone/camera. Took the pic and then thought about this for a second. We have been out of toilet paper since Monday. I looked through the pics I had been taking the past few days and they all had toilet paper in it.

Here is this morning's picture:


Hmmmm, a curiosity. Does the Hurricane have a secret stash in his room like I do? I doubt it, he is completely unable to plan a single day in advance, I mean the creature does laundry every single morning because he has no clean clothes, there is no way he has supplies in his room.

That's when it hit me. I looked back through the pics in order I took them. In each picture, the pile of bloody tissues in the trash can keeps getting smaller and smaller. He never empties the trash, and I know I haven't, so there is really only one explanation here Watson, when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. This creature from craigslist has been wiping his ass with his dirty, bloody, used toilet paper which he conveniently grabs from out of the trash can right next to the shitter.

At a total loss of words to explain my reaction to this.


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9 comments:

  1. also the cup is gone from the toilet.

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  2. Holy crap! You're right. Where's the cup? You must find that cup!

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  3. I have to ask, do you think he does all of these to get you to move out?

    Is it plausible that he's got a blog where he shows the gross ass shit he does in an effort to get his roomate to move out...I can imagine the entries; "This week I left three turds in the toilet and piles of toenail clippings, hopefully the bastard will get the hint and hit the bricks"

    Just a thought.

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  4. About the cup. He has a brita water filter jug he keeps on the kitchen counter. Ive seen him fill it up grab a cup and go into the bathroom and just hang out and drink water while hes in there. I took my cups and put them in my room since he goes thru about ten a day. He must have instinctively taken his water in there and forgotten a cup, then used it. I have no idea where THIS cup ended up because at any given time there are probably 15 to 20 scattered throughout the house. So i can only guess.

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  5. @Ana: A few people have asked me that same thing. But when you read through this whole site, and see what a retard he really is it would be impossible for him to do something that well thought out. He really is a retarded four year old. While I have no way of proving this Ill tell you that all my friends that keep up on this, barely believing all the stuff that happens....when they finally meet the hurricane they are usually shocked and they all pretty much say the same thing: he is so much more worse than you make him out to be on the website.

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  6. This blog continues to be the highlight of my Mondays as I struggle to re-adjust to my 9-5 after a weekend of binge drinking.

    The Hurricane makes me feel completely functional.

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  7. "The Hurricane makes me feel completely functional."

    Classic. I'm using this comment on the book.

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  8. Hey Vegas. I am really really really enjoying the posts but... let me ask you something.
    Why do you live with this guy? I mean, is he family? Is he a childhood friend? is it your house and you rent a part to him? i just can't figure it out. unless it's too much fun for you :-)

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  9. This month I will be posting more of a backstory, but basically he is literally the creature from craigslist, thats how i met him. I used to hate how he was, then started enjoying it. no friend, no family, just a random retarded man child. it is neither of our's house, we rented it for the winter, moved in same day.

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