What my FUCKING ROOMMATE did

So. I left you all on a... cliffhanger.

You may be wondering why I am so angered by the shit shivering crap that Jack got up to.

Well- he open the goddamn cabinet.

there was a dead person in the cabinet.

holding a fucking pig.

what the fuck????

Jack was just sitting there, staring at this fucking masterpiece of terror.

I didn't have the balls to address this shit.

I closed the cabinet, cleaned the house and did whatever I could to take my mind off of it.

I decided Jack needed a shower, so I drove him to the public showers and let him at it- afterwards we did even more self care activities.

you could call it a spa day.

type shit

(This doesn't mean I don't hate this shit head) 

(He just stinks like hell)

(The pig was also dead btw)