Landlord McDouchebag is likely going to work my last nerve until we are officially over and done with him—moved out, deposit returned, et al.
Scheduling house showings on a SUNDAY is not helping his case in the least.
Today when he brings his potential renters in, he is going to be greeted with the results of our packing labors. And it’s not going to be pretty and he’s just going to have to fucking deal with it.
And Giant Frog is going to be waiting to stare disapprovingly at anyone who enters the room and keep a close eye on them whilst they intrude upon our personal territory.
We are so close to being out of here.
Unless something else implodes on us.
Then Giant Frog is going to have to cut a bitch.
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