Messy House
by Alex | Score: 6350
Kaboom!
The ground started to tremble, making the ceiling shake with it. What the fuck? My first reaction was to get up from my bed and see what has happened. Was it inside or outside? I hope very much that it wasn't, or I wouldn't understand why. Smoke was coming out from downstairs, what the hell man. I really have a fucked up life. As I walk down the stairs, I see a pair of safety goggles, you know the ones you use when you do science experiments at school? Oh yeah, I remember, my brother met this guy, he's like, a methodical career advisor, and told him maybe he could become a scientist. As soon as I step into the kitchen, I see a lot of weird brown and black gue onto the wall. I yell at the first person to come into the room, which was my little brother. We fought for around two minutes before I found the last container of pudding on the floor. He must've used it for some rocketship thingy. Very clever dude. It almost reminds me of this diligent fisherman that used to live next door, he was such a dumb person, he'd always cause trouble. I wanted to send my brother to the garage and get cleaning supplies but there was heavy rain outside. Great, a storm. Now I'm stuck with this mess on my shoulders, and I can't even clean it! What am I supposed to do now? I can't do shit about it, and when my parents get home, they're going to yell at me because I'm the oldest, this is such bullshit. I want to take a nap, I'll surely need NyQuil or something. I go into the washroom to see that a lot of different bottles of syrups were gone. No fucking way. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Fuck.
I ran downstairs to see that the door was already open, my brother standing in front of a middle-aged man, holding a box with a paper in his other hands. Ah yes, those random fundraisers, we never know if they actually serve the cause they fight for or just shove the money off their asses. I swear to god. I walked to the door and slammed it in his face. I had enough of this. I'm simply going to get revenge on my brother and throw a random chemical reactions onto his bed. He won't laugh more. There's even a tube of toothpaste on the floor. Geez! This house is a total me
The ground started to tremble, making the ceiling shake with it. What the fuck? My first reaction was to get up from my bed and see what has happened. Was it inside or outside? I hope very much that it wasn't, or I wouldn't understand why. Smoke was coming out from downstairs, what the hell man. I really have a fucked up life. As I walk down the stairs, I see a pair of safety goggles, you know the ones you use when you do science experiments at school? Oh yeah, I remember, my brother met this guy, he's like, a methodical career advisor, and told him maybe he could become a scientist. As soon as I step into the kitchen, I see a lot of weird brown and black gue onto the wall. I yell at the first person to come into the room, which was my little brother. We fought for around two minutes before I found the last container of pudding on the floor. He must've used it for some rocketship thingy. Very clever dude. It almost reminds me of this diligent fisherman that used to live next door, he was such a dumb person, he'd always cause trouble. I wanted to send my brother to the garage and get cleaning supplies but there was heavy rain outside. Great, a storm. Now I'm stuck with this mess on my shoulders, and I can't even clean it! What am I supposed to do now? I can't do shit about it, and when my parents get home, they're going to yell at me because I'm the oldest, this is such bullshit. I want to take a nap, I'll surely need NyQuil or something. I go into the washroom to see that a lot of different bottles of syrups were gone. No fucking way. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Fuck.
I ran downstairs to see that the door was already open, my brother standing in front of a middle-aged man, holding a box with a paper in his other hands. Ah yes, those random fundraisers, we never know if they actually serve the cause they fight for or just shove the money off their asses. I swear to god. I walked to the door and slammed it in his face. I had enough of this. I'm simply going to get revenge on my brother and throw a random chemical reactions onto his bed. He won't laugh more. There's even a tube of toothpaste on the floor. Geez! This house is a total me