Regular feature! "What I come home to"
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This piece of carrot was destined to be broken apart in my housemates' gastric juices, and every fiber of its being used to scrub their colons squeaky clean.
It is so lucky to have escaped from their "Salad of Horror" and ravenous maws, while remaining undetected for God-knows-how-long.
This portrait of survival was captured yesterday.
But alas. How long, oh, how long shall it remain where it is?
Like a refugee hides in the jungles of South East Asia evading capture and possible death, how long shall it remain there without hope of retrieval?
Oh, the humanity!
posted by Platupi @ 3:51 PM
3 Comments:
u should just f the people up. im guessing you guys are not friends at all. so what is there to lose. Rather than making them look bad behind thier backs. ...btw thats call backstab when it comes to friends.
Oh no! I've been labeled as a backstabber. Now no one will want to play with me.
i am VERY amused with the fact that they are willing to give up their room to another housemate and stay in the living room (hence the "migration" of the mess). *shithead, are you crazy?*
there is a likelihood that they've already heard about this blog.
the housemates were told to clean up a few times. this indicates the lack of concealment or suppression of displeasure and thus, do not amount to backstabbing. (maybe you didn't know about this, fair enough).
and i'm very sure that the blogger had no intention of hurting their feelings.
i rest my case.
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