Saint Nick
Lifer
- Jan 21, 2005
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Here's a quick story...
My girlfriend's room mate, Tracy, cooks a ton of food at the beginning of each week, leaving multitudes of dirty dishes. These dirty dishes stay in or around the sink area for WEEKS. My girlfriend gave her a chance to clean the dishes MANY TIMES, always reminding her. Finally, I got tired of her room mates destroying her house so I threw all of the fucking dishes in a paper bag and put them out on the porch. Sadly, they are still there. That is how lazy she is.
My girlfriend and I spent the better part of November painting the walls and scrubbing the floors in her house to make it a nicer place to live. And, of course, here is Tracy again, wanting to throw a 21st birthday party. So, she sets up that usual stuff... the beer pong table, jello shots, and the like. The party doesn't start until 12:00am. A boatload of really, really shady people show up to the house and completely make a mess of the place. No holes in the walls or anything... but beer and booze is all over the floors, the kitchen (which took us about four or five hours to clean) is destroyed. There is jello and beer everywhere. Tracy is shitfaced and couldn't give a damn that my girlfriend is chewing her ass out and kicking all Tracy's deadbeat friends out of the house at 3:30am. So, Tracy goes and pukes all over her own bathroom (not my girlfriend's bathroom). The next morning my girlfriend tells her to clean up her fucking mess. Tracy half-way cleaned the kitchen and left the beer pong table in there. The floor was like a huge sheet of flypaper -- you would walk in there and your shoes would literally stick so much that when you pull up your leg, you pulled your foot out of your shoe. And, Tracy's bathroom was just one huge fucking biological hazard. Sure, she cleaned it up about halfway (we don't even think of entering there anymore). There was vomit and urine everywhere, toilet paper everywhere, and was impossible to walk in there without gagging.
Well, long story short, we now throw all of Tracy's shit in a box in the kitchen whenever its dirty. My girlfriend didn't want to let her have the party in the first place, but we had one the day before (it was a very elegant party) and didn't want to be hypocritical, and I suppose Tracy was never given a chance before. So she gave her the chance and she blew it.
I think the bag of pans and silverware are still out on the patio. My girlfriend needs a replacement room mate before she can kick Tracy's ass out of there, otherwise she would have been gone months ago.
My girlfriend's room mate, Tracy, cooks a ton of food at the beginning of each week, leaving multitudes of dirty dishes. These dirty dishes stay in or around the sink area for WEEKS. My girlfriend gave her a chance to clean the dishes MANY TIMES, always reminding her. Finally, I got tired of her room mates destroying her house so I threw all of the fucking dishes in a paper bag and put them out on the porch. Sadly, they are still there. That is how lazy she is.
My girlfriend and I spent the better part of November painting the walls and scrubbing the floors in her house to make it a nicer place to live. And, of course, here is Tracy again, wanting to throw a 21st birthday party. So, she sets up that usual stuff... the beer pong table, jello shots, and the like. The party doesn't start until 12:00am. A boatload of really, really shady people show up to the house and completely make a mess of the place. No holes in the walls or anything... but beer and booze is all over the floors, the kitchen (which took us about four or five hours to clean) is destroyed. There is jello and beer everywhere. Tracy is shitfaced and couldn't give a damn that my girlfriend is chewing her ass out and kicking all Tracy's deadbeat friends out of the house at 3:30am. So, Tracy goes and pukes all over her own bathroom (not my girlfriend's bathroom). The next morning my girlfriend tells her to clean up her fucking mess. Tracy half-way cleaned the kitchen and left the beer pong table in there. The floor was like a huge sheet of flypaper -- you would walk in there and your shoes would literally stick so much that when you pull up your leg, you pulled your foot out of your shoe. And, Tracy's bathroom was just one huge fucking biological hazard. Sure, she cleaned it up about halfway (we don't even think of entering there anymore). There was vomit and urine everywhere, toilet paper everywhere, and was impossible to walk in there without gagging.
Well, long story short, we now throw all of Tracy's shit in a box in the kitchen whenever its dirty. My girlfriend didn't want to let her have the party in the first place, but we had one the day before (it was a very elegant party) and didn't want to be hypocritical, and I suppose Tracy was never given a chance before. So she gave her the chance and she blew it.
I think the bag of pans and silverware are still out on the patio. My girlfriend needs a replacement room mate before she can kick Tracy's ass out of there, otherwise she would have been gone months ago.
