OK guys,

Obviously a sticky note on the fridge isn’t enough. You brought me to these ends which I’m not too proud of, but none the less we are here.

We have to talk, and I know this is difficult to speak about, seeing how you guys work night shifts, and we work days. I know we have all made sacrifices, especially with the bathroom and limited space that we all live in. Regardless, I have a problem that I just cannot abide anymore.

It’s not you guys personally, your great guys really, but it’s what you do to the apartment when we’re not home. I can’t think of one day since we’ve moved in together that I haven’t come home to piles of PBR cans and cardboard boxes, dirty dishes in the sink, half eaten food, stale chips, and garbage piled with coffee grounds. I’ll clean up, and I’ll take out the garbage, even get Ben to chip in, but not once, not once have I seen either of you lift so much as a wrapper with the exception of throwing it on the counter.

On top of that, I can’t keep beer in the fridge! I come home from a long day at work, thinking about that cold beer waiting, but when I get home what do I find? You left the empty cardboard box of beer in the fridge!

Look, all I ask are the simple things, stop drinking all the beer, throw away your garbage, and do your freak’n dishes! Do these things, and I wont start looking for new roommates. Seriously, drunk Ben and Dan, don’t make this any worst that it is already.

yours truly,
sober Dan and Ben