the couch is comfortable, the kitchen lacks refrigerator magnets and my bottle opener is still in there somewhere.
the charlie brown tree gets in the way of wii tennis, your upstairs neighbors are noisy and theres no barry manilow picture hanging up.... *BREEAAAATH*
the bathroom smells like shitz, theres no bathroom fan, theres paint splatter on the floor, your power wall is too overpowering, the plants are dying, your bedroom smells like sex, your closet racks are too flimsy, the carpet needs a vaccuum, and my parking spot was taken.
Originally Posted by mschaffer66
Don't take my guns or let them queer-o-sexuals get married, but go ahead and decide what's okay for my food. yee haw.