So, I live with four other people. This does not include the plethora of psychopaths and drug addicts that come over here to associate with said housemates. And they all EAT MY FOOD. So, tonight after getting back from the store, I posted this note in BRIGHT GREEN SHARPIE on the fridge:
Dear Family: Dear Housemates: Dear Society As A Whole:
I am flat broke. So broke, in fact, that I am considering selling my "boyfriend" on the street corner because let's face it, he'd bring a damn good price. Anyway. I have just been grocery shopping. DO NOT EAT MY FOOD. If you eat my food, I will be broke and hungry, but you will be dead. Let's just all avoid the drama, all right?
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