The Mind Bog-gles

Some quick hate tonight.

Today my flatmate has displayed his twattery by not replacing the bog roll.

When we moved in I suggested that we perhaps get a house joint account sorted into which we'd pay x amount of money per month which would get used for house things. Like bog roll, milk, eggs, kitchen roll etc. This was met dismissively with a "we'll sort it out".

Did it get sorted out? Did it fuck.

My flatmate has now come back from fucking off home for a couple of days and has returned and despite knowing full well that there is no bog roll he is refusing to get any. I have gotten some but it's in the kitchen. Perhaps if he makes his way up there he will find it the lazy wanker.

He has also given me some bonus inconsideration points by using up nearly all the olive oil to deep fry something. Fuck knows why. Only a retard would use olive oil to deep fry something. He has an infuriating habit of not screwing the lids shut on the bottles he uses meaning if by chance they tip over there will be a giant leak. This has happened not once, not twice, but three fucking times. Each time with olive oil, balsamic vinegar and malt vinegar. He has also dropped a shitload of pepper corns onto the mixture meaning they are stuck to the cupboard surface and cannot be removed despite my best efforts.

The end is once again in sight. Let's see what happens this time.