...or rather, cleaning up after them can.
So, last Saturday, I get a call from my brother in the morning asking for help packing his ex girlfriend's shit. Apparently, she's already moved out and refuses to pay for utilities because "her shit isn't turning lights on and off." That's all well and good, but her shit IS keeping the next roomate from moving in and helping my brother actually pay bills.
So I head over, because shit, I can't ignore family in need. And then I discovered why he hadn't had any friends over since she'd moved in.
The place was fucking disgusting. Like, "Hoarders: Junior Edition" disgusting. And I've known my brother all my life, I know what level of disorganized he keeps his shit in: not. fucking. this. I'll spare you the gritty details. But this bitch fucked my brother over, and when confronted on it, basically tried to pass the blame to him and minimize her responsibility.
Not to mention I watched her try to get him arrested for assault in front of me. Disgusting.
Anyways, it took us three. Whole. Days. of hardcore cleaning. To get this place in even livable condition again. And I got sick as fuck from it. I've been sick an entire week because she didn't have any basic fucking respect or dignity for the state of the place she was living in.
And don't even get me started on her fucking temper tantrums, or the way she thought she could just demand to use his washer and dryer. Mmmmmbitch? With WHAT utilities? Ur shit don't turn lights on and off remember?
STILL SALTY and still sick. Hope my bro doesn't get dealt such shitty cards next time.