When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die... I went to house bro yesterday to collect my wifes dishes from a party two weeks ago. Not a dish had been moved or cleaned. What once was a potato soup and a cheese dip had been allowed to congeal into an unidentifiable rotting protien gel. When the stench became to much for you cretins to bare, the worst offender was left outside. By the time we had gotten to it, even I, the guy who enjoys trapping and relieving animals of their skin, was to disgusted to go near it. The worst part for me was that this brought a single tear to my wifes beautiful cheek. Not much offends me except for my wifes disfomfort. This single tear will be paid back with gallons of blood if the pot on the back porch and the 20 dip bowls are not returned tonight by the stroke of midnight, SPOTLESSLY CLEAN. Next stop will be house bro itself. Winter is coming, gentlemen, it would be a shame if the rain fell oer your halls, with nobody there to hear...
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 00:28:03 +0000