Dear Roommate,
It fu*kin pisses me off when I go home for Thanksgiving break, and I come back to find that you have completely destroyed the couch with some kind of sh*t stain. I'm not worried about the fact that the apartment was clean when I left, but how the hell did that damn cooch smelling stain get all up and down the side of the couch like that.....FU*KING FREAK!!!.....I knew yo girl was dirty, I told you several times, yet you refuse to listen. I'm calling the cleaners and your fu*kin paying for it........
P.S: My Grandma saw the damn couch and started crying because that's the couch my grandpa died on..........she gave us the couch and you defiled it with yo nasty ho-bag.......you inconsiderate fu*k!!!
Monday, December 10, 2007
A Sh*tty Dick
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I'm not sure I'd keep that couch, even if they did clean it. Find a new roommate.
That's kind of creepy, keeping a couch someone died on. It's like... the haunted demon couch now. Why would you keep it?! But definitely get a new roommate. And a new ghost-free couch.
grandpa is going to be so pissed!
Maybe he's trying to let you know he doesn't like haunted couches?
Do not shit on the death couch.
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