Worried
Ooooo…. Ryan is losing his patience, don’t ya think? If there is a patient soul on this earth, it’s Rye Bread. Randie is right to worry. Clive just may be the one to drive an honest man to…
Ooooo…. Ryan is losing his patience, don’t ya think? If there is a patient soul on this earth, it’s Rye Bread. Randie is right to worry. Clive just may be the one to drive an honest man to…
Uh-oh. That is NOT a good look on Ryan’s face. I hope the knives are at least put away. 🙂
On the other hand, Rye Bread could use THIS as motivation and inspiration for writing. He could start off with a Scotland Yard detective novel, in which our hero attempts to solve the perfect murder of an unkempt man in his late 20s. The title would be “Dial ‘M’ For Messy”. Either that or “The Noteworthy Case of the Perfect Murder of the Imperfect Roommate”.
The knives are probably stuck to a plate or two in the sink… sauces tend to cement after awhile.
Oh, yes! Ryan will be writing about stuff… as soon as he can get past his… well, you’ll see.
Sadly I understand what Rye Bread is going through, my best friend (who’s like a little brother even though he’s two years older than me) is a complete slob. I have had the misfortune of trying to help him clean his place up on short notice for an apartment inspection. It might have gone quicker if we’d had a flamethrower and a shovel…
Em’s is doing doctoral research on murderers, is she not?
Rye may just bring her research closer to home.
That or join Clive as an alcoholic…Wow, that’s a lot of booze bottles on that counter, floor.
His writing reminds me of Friday the 13th…
“kill, kill, kill, kill, kill….ha, ha, ha, ha, ha” (repeat many, many times as background whispers)
Pete… Your suggestion reminds me of Basic Instinct where Sharon Stone first publishes best seller muder novels and then carries them out.
Oh, great, now I’m thinking of her famed crossed-leg shot.
brig… Those patient soles, as you describe Ryan, can be the scariest. They bottle everything up, laugh off all hostilities publicly, yet inside tend to stew, perculate, boil and, given enough provocation, explode like a bomb.
“as soon as he can get past his…” sobriety?
Sorry, I was not able to write yesterday on the Ma’s Day comic,
Randie’s Mom had some serious resemblence to Emily.
When I first saw it, I thought,
Wow, Emily looks pretty good without those glasses,
Whoa, I didn’t know she has a blonde haired little boy…must have missed a key comic.
Oh, wait, why is Randie giving a big thumbs up at the end while showing a Mother’s Day card?
Randie was a boy child? She is related to Emily? Harold can be rebuilt, re-eared, re-eyed?
Yikes, must be pretty bad if Ryan’s losing his patience. I mean, he’s seen Randie sans coffee!
Sure am glad I don’t have a roomie.
UWG… some time ago (whenst I was young and stoopidish), I had 5 roommates (when I was in jr. college)… all girls. It warn’t pretty. There was tons of drama and bickering over whose dishes were in the sink… and who was using other people’s towels in the bathroom. And then there was the spoiled rotten schnauzer (I can’t stand them now!) Sigh, I mainly stayed in my room.
Meg: true dat!
Stick: go back and read the comments from day’s past. There be the answers.
Rye bread’s sink looks like my sink. Time to do the dishes!