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 Member 848 Level 30.62 Mar 2006 
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There's a ton of junk in our house, a combination of a packrat dad and both parents just being extremely fucking lazy. There's at least two broken microwaves sitting around in the basement along with some old chairs and other junk because they can't be bothered to figure a way to dispose of any of it. Taking up the most space is a treadmill. We always have treadmills cluttering the house because my dad buys them AND NEVER EVER USES THEM.
I suppose I should really put in some effort to clean up myself, but I really don't want to because it is not my mess. That's the perpetual problem around here: nobody will pick up after themselves, and if I do it then I will have volunteered myself as housecleaner for the end of time. Jam it back in, in the dark.  |
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