• Calling for dinner? You're late again. Five days in a row and it's no surprise. Same old mashed potatoes, and same old meat cooked until it has the same texture as chewed leather. Why do I give you $150 bucks a week? I know, so I get to ignore you, crap in your toilet, eat all your cheese and crackers. I hold no feelings towards you but apathy. When will you die? When will you choke on a chicken bone while I cross my arms and silently laugh to myself? Ha ha. Your demise is my wet dream. I need to use your phone. Don't give me that look, I'll smash you in the mouth. I'll make you swallow those snaggle-teeth. Who the hell made you God? You're nothing but a mooch. Buying new cars with my money. You can't even cook pre-made chicken patties. Dammit, you wonder why I drink so much.