I got looking at this picture, mostly the second part of it, and it occurred to me, why does the dirty pile of dishes seem so much bigger in the morning? I’m sure you’ll agree, cleaning a huge pile of dirty dishes sucks more than that John Travolta movie Battlefield Earth. And if you’ve seen it, you know what I’m talking about … or if you haven’t, but you’ve cleaned a huge pile of dirty dishes, you also know what I’m talking about.

Although dirty dishes seem to be an inevitability. Especially on the weekend. During the week is one thing, but who the hell wants to do the dishes on the weekend? The weekend is for kicking back , hanging out and having fun … not dishpan hands. So I figure letting them go during this time is no big deal because weekend Steven wants to have a good time. Monday Steven can deal with the aftermath. In addition to cleaning the dirty dishes, Monday Steven can also finish this post, cause it’s Sunday night and there are still a couple of hours before I have to go to sleep. No point wasting them writing about dirty dishes. See ya. I’m outta here.

Well, it’s Monday, and Monday Steven is pissed off at weekend Steven. Because once again, like every other weekend Steven dirtied every dish, knife, fork and spoon and just left them in the sink. WTF is wrong with him? He didn’t even finish this post like I wanted him to. He’s such an asshole. I’m getting really tired of his bullshit and carrying his lazy ass. This weekend I’m going to get back at him by not cleaning any dishes or buying any groceries this week. In addition, I’m going to spend all our money on lottery tickets and stamps. So when Friday rolls around weekend Steven will be shit outta luck. He’ll be broke and hungry. Let’s see how he likes them apples.

picture via wheres my sammich