Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Prosecuting Vegetation

Veggie is scheduled for court again tomorrow at 10am. He came home at 11 tonight and just started his beer pounding routine at midnight. I doubt he's too worried about it, he's in space. Too bad they don't have 'Night Court' for Bob. It only shows the one ticket now for no insurance, don't know what happened with the other. Still says 'Pre trial docket'. I'm tempted to go there and see what's going on but I don't think I'll bother.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Dr. Feelbad

So yesterday I'm doing my normal daily routine of popping and squeezing the pimple/abscess on my nose that's been there for 2 1/2 months since I got an ingrown nose hair. Lo and behold, a hair pops out when I'm squeezing it..yeah. So the hair was still stuck in there the whole time. I specifically asked both doctors "Is it possible the hair's still in there?" they both said, "No, it's not possible". This is why I dislike doctors. They rush you in and out as fast as possible, charge outrageous fees, and don't take any real effort trying to fix you. I may be left with a permanent bump there, but I don't think the scar's gonna be too bad. I'm just glad it's over. Let this be a lesson to get it cut open if the pimple don't go away. Mine wasn't sore at all but the hair was still in there.

Today I threw out Bob's slab of meat left on the stove, the mold was already growing on it. I see the piece of meat he picked off is sitting in a bowl in his room... So he didn't really eat any of it, this is normal.

Ms. Dumbass left a large note taped to my door today. It says 'To Chris and Bob, Rent was due on the 1st, today is the 7th'. This is the first time she's ever taped a note to the door. I just started paying rent late, Veggie has been late every month for 2 years, f*ck her. I'm not paying until late at night on the 10th, that's the standard grace period we have.

I generally dislike everyone. Well, not really everyone but almost everyone.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Recipes For Retards

So yesterday, after a long absence, the Brainless Gourmet made a comeback performance here at hell house. After a false start last weekend, he came back and proved he's still got it.

Last weeks' slab of meat went in the trash and Veggie went out on another grocery binge. F*ck all the lawsuits, it's cooking time. He got another slab of meat with all the fixins to fill the pot, then it was space-out time while the pot boiled away for hours. The meat is done when all the liquid has boiled off and just a tar-like substance remains at the bottom. He picked a few bites out of the pot then left it all on the stove for the flies and mold. I'll throw it away later this week. I'll post a pic of the leftovers if I get around to it. I left all the windows open yesterday so the smell isn't too bad.

Dinner is served, plenty left for all. This is 24 hours later. The pot was originally filled to the rim with canned tomatos and broth. When you cook it at a rapid boil for 5 hours, it ends up as paste. That's how you cook meat in space. The meat won't be going anywhere until I throw it out.

This was Veggies' last cooking fiasco. The pan's been sitting there for months, don't remember what was burned in it. I do remember throwing out the mound of mold covered food in it though. Might be able to clean it with one of those Dremel tool things.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables

Today I threw out Bob's bag of produce that's been sitting on the counter since last Saturday. It was all turned to mush and the fruit flies were starting a colony in there. His slab of meat is still sitting uncovered in the fridge, I don't expect it'll be going anywhere for a while. Probably 40 bucks worth of food, all wasted. This is normal for the idiot.

Veggie rose early today at 2pm. He went out for a 30 pack and it's just another long weekend of drinking, sitting and peeing for Bob. I peeked in his room a few days ago and it is fruit fly paradise. He occasionally puts his cans back in the boxes...except he doesn't empty the cans and most of them are half full. Why he spends all this money on beer and doesn't drink the whole can is a mystery to me. Whenever one of these re-loaded boxes is disturbed, a cloud of fruit flies erupts from the box. How anyone can sit in filth with flies everywhere is a testament to Veggies' state of mind. He must have 20 - 30 bottles of urine in there now.