Hi, me again. Yeah, your flatmate.
Um, when I casually mentioned that the dishes in the sink reek to high heaven, the cure I had in mind did not involve you dumping a half a bottle of bleach between the two sink partitions.
Clean this place up...properly.
Oh, by the way, I was so pleased to see that not only Frat Boy I, but Frat Boy II firmly planted on the couch (one with shirt off), mouths agape watching television on my electricity bill. Fantastic.
Clean up and exit my life. Permanently.
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