My drunk loser of a roommate will eat the food I cook, but wants me to do all of the dishes from the food and drinks I made for him.
Hey, you were home ALL DAMN WEEKEND. Don't you dare text me at 10 pm on Sunday to ask when I will be home so I can wash those dishes from making lasagna for you on Friday. I left a single bowl with filling in it. I washed the blender from your mixed drinks, the spatula, the pot and strainer from cooking the noodles, the pan from the meat, and threw away all of the empty packages. You really couldn't rinse out a bowl and put it in the dishwasher?
Maybe the house would be cleaner if you got off your ass and took that bottle of wine away from your lips.
Sincerely,
Chrissy
