I understand that I have a touch of The Crazy. I understand that it makes me a bit difficult to deal with.
But COME ONE, PEOPLE. You're killing me here.
Exhibit A
As you can see, we have a small kitchen. This kitchen has a designated location for refuse. You know, so we don't wind up on Hoaders.
Exhibit B
See? I bet YOU can figure out where the trash belongs, can't you? Perhaps in the TRASH CAN, for example? The trash can that has been in the EXACT SAME FUCKING PLACE FOR ELEVEN MOTHER FUCKING YEARS, for example? The trash can that I empty daily? The trash can that is FOR FUCKING TRASH?
Exhibit C
Which leads us to this:
Exhibit D
I had no choice. It was that or this
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9 little kittens say Meow:
I have missed you. Also, need help hiding bodies?
Well...obviously you didnt have much of a choice now did you?
No one blames you for having to make the obvious decision, I would have done it too.
I need to find my own body hiding place, hubby keeps putting dirty clothes RIGHT NEXT to the hamper instead of in it, so I feel your pain. that and he leaves trash on the counter too, or leaves it over filled so that when i empty it trash falls everywhere. ok, now i need a drink.
What!!???
You left a map!!???
To where the Bodies are Buried????
No. No. In the desert. No maps.
Now could you please draw a diagram of how to change the roll of toilet paper.
Thank you.
industrial spillkits and hydrochloric acid make the bodies dissapear.
ooooor you can have a house like in Hoarders. and then the bodies dissapear in there.
I'm with Lorrie. Also, we might need a diagram for where the husband's shoes are since he can't bother to look about.
As long as there is at least one woman on the jury, you won't be convicted.
I fricken love you.
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