That much bath-in-a-can is hazardous

I know, I didn't pay the rent on time again today, but Mrs Der Kalstanian doesn't seem to mind. She always says that I can pay her when I have the money, so I don't know why her twat of her son Tsolag has to change the lock everytime the rent is a little late. He keeps giving me shit about how I'm endangering his mother's life by bringing home my dodgy friends. If he cared for his mother half as much as he does for his golddigging girlfriend (Who I swear is fucking his brother. No one is ever that excited to see their in-laws) he wouldn't let her live in this house by herself. And my dodgy friends...really now? The only reason Mr Brill cream is paranoid about Hussein coming over is because he thinks that Hussein belongs to some Islamic terrorist group and is manufacturing explosives in my basement. That jaundice eyed fucker can take his rent money along with his cheap cologne and go fuck himself with a razor blade.





Note to self: Next time don't stand so close to Tsolag, his old spice could be the reason you're feeling so nauseous or it coulod be those carrots that were reduced by two pounds. There's always a reason that things are on sale and you're getting more than you paid for.