shit, you people are organized.

we have this policy at my apartment, it's called "who gets irritated the most by the pile of dishes in the sink?" it's fun.

even if we were more inclined to clean, the place stays tidy for forty fucking minutes until everyone gets back from class and hell blows over the kitchen.

:laughing:

My flatmate Johnny would be the first one to be irritated the most. We just have one another flatmate that never does them and it's so gross!

My last roommate and I just let his girlfriend do the dishes and cleaning of the apartment seeing as how she spent more time there than at her parents place, we figured it was a good trade.

Today I had a shower. And ate. That's it! I need to do something substantial.

Go for a massive shit.

I always find that very rewarding

:rofl:

*Eats a million prunes*

Today my mom captured a video of me cussing at my Wii.
I didn't know that she was home, and I was getting way into the boxing game. So now there's about 3 minutes of me saying:
"What the shit?! How did that hit me in the head? I DUCKED! It won't (ducking) duck fast enough! Stop...stop hitting me in the ****ing head!"
and
"I am punching you completely in the face! Punching you right in the ****ing face! Why are you not going down? GO DOWN!"
and
"I am pressing...nothing is happening...I AM...nothing is happening!"
Good times.

Post video.

Yesterday I went to the oral sergeon to have a tooth pulled.

I thought it would take a long time, but he gave me my novacane, yanked the f*cker right out, prescribed me, got my drugs, took them and went to bed.

And they work pretty damn well, I was expecting to wake up in excruciating testicale stabbing pain.

You had to have a tooth pulled out of your testicles?