AARGH!!!

Something Funny

Getting intense here. It wants me to get rid of a couch. I don't want to get rid of the couch. It's one that Kerry reupholstered. He claims it has bugs. None found except one dead one six months ago. Probably from it's days in storage. It's rent is cheaper because my logic was I had a lot of stuff. If it want's to pop for storage fees that's OK with me. Otherwise it stays.

Anyway, this is funny, via Americablog:

Gunga Dean's Clean

Here's my idea of clean:




In public amongst my friends, no less, he still continues to slip in snide remarks if I dare mention I exercised my culinary talents: "Did ya clean the kitchen, after?"

Don't Fuck with Gunga Dean!

The Roommate's Idea of Clean

About 3 or 4 weeks ago the roommate sent me a blistering epistle to my work email.

I had left a pot in the rack or the sink or something and he went all postal on me demanding a meeting, stating that to consider the kitchen clean, the counters should be cleared and wiped, pot's washed and put away and ready for the next guy blah blah blah...

For all intents and purposes I have stopped using the kitchen when he is home. In fact, I retreat to my room until he heads off to work. Thank God he works mostly nights.

Cold war ensues.

Well anyway, his idea of wiped is to rearrange the grease. Here's how I found the stove today.
Click on any image for a close up of this science experiment