It's Like 10000 Twats

I got the following e-mail from the Twat today:

Dhana,

I have lou coming rd tonite at 7, can u pls make sure yr room is tidy and open the window to air it a little...
Cheers,

Firstly, a grown man who e-mails in text speak. What the fuck is that about?

Anyway, I sorted out my room and opened the window as requested. I do this before every viewing anyway, so a bit wankish of the Twat to try and imply I am unclean. He's the person who goes days without showering and still leaves fucking hairs in the bath.

So Lou comes to see the flat. She's no Lucy, but she'd probably be a good fit. She seems a bit feisty.

However, as soon as she leaves I see what the Twat has left on the dining table.

It is a shitload of underwear.

It has been there for at least two days.

Fucking rich of the Twat to ask me to clean my room when he cannot clean up his own washing.