I got home around 5:20 tonight and this mf was already asleep and snoring on the couch. Requisite empty glass on the table next to him.
He was off of work today on account of the holiday, so he probably started hitting the vodka after he dropped off my lunch.
That’s another thing I’m fucked pissed off about too. This mf brought me a soggy ass chicken finger sub, with soggy ass lettuce and limp tomato. Oh yeah, you ate yours right hot and fresh and you didn’t stop to think about how not well that particular sub travels???
Fuck. I HATE LIVING WITH AN ALCOHOLIC.