It’s OT-TO! Who wants a CARROT?

Fuck you, and fuck your “best friend” for enabling you and buying you more booze that is destroying you from the inside out. You are going to be wondering why we do not speak when I move out, and this is just one SMALL reason.

I am honestly aghast and appalled that someone who has DX’D CLEANING OCD does not have the fucking wherewithal to look for potential biohazards on a toilet seat before flushing. I don’t care how smashed you are, YOU LOOK. I have been cleaning up your literal shit for over 10 years and I AM DONE.

You were angry when I woke you “for that”. Mother, you don’t wash your hands properly after blowout shits and continue to prepare food for yourself. You have touched my eye/given me pink eye before and even admitted it. I have gotten yeast infections before from peeing in the dark. STOP THIS.

“Hey. At 5 AM, but I was holding my pee out of fear of how the toilet seat would look, and was proven correct. You cannot hold your liquor to save your life, and it looked as though your bare ass had lost a mud fight with a pig. That is why I made you clean it.” (2/3)

Bunyip. It’s very silly, but I just love the name.