Hi! I’m Hope and Kristian’s dishwasher. I decided to break on Saturday. Because, you know, the best time for a dishwasher to break down is right before Guy’s Night.
It’s not like guy’s generate an obscene amount of…
Hi! I’m a small part of the large mass of dishes generated by guys night. I am currently hanging out on the kitchen counter. Being all clutter-y. Driving Hope crazy. She could wash me. But that would make too much sense. She is much better at complaining than she is at washing things.
Hi! I’m the dish soap. I live next to the hand-soap. That is my home. That is where I belong. That is where I am happy.
This is me hanging out in the middle of the kitchen counter.
What is dish soap doing in the middle of the kitchen counter, you might ask. A very good question. Thank you for asking. I am on the middle of the kitchen counter because Kristian claims that it is “easier.” Yes. Easier.
Easier to drive Hope crazy.
Errr….. Crazier.
Hi! I am the object formerly known as “The Bathroom Doorknob.” I am currently in pieces.
You know what makes guy’s night that much better?
A bunch of drunk guys getting constantly trapped in the bathroom.
Actually, come to think of it, they all found it hilarious.
Other things that were hilarious? Spiced rum. Off-key singing. And one guy’s crazy new roommate.
Tonight, I (doorknob) committed ritual seppuku by throwing myself down onto the bathroom floor and shattering into a bazillion little tiny pieces. I just couldn’t take a life of being constantly screwed back together only to come apart in some poor schlub’s hand, trapping them in the bathroom. Constantly trapping people in the bathroom.
It’s been one crazy weekend around these parts!
Drunk guys getting trapped in the bathroom sounds hilarious.