He won't help keep the house clean, his room looks like a landfill, he's all but destroyed my vehicle, he hasn't given me his half of the rent, he talks about me behind my back so.... Buh bye now.
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Wish I was there so I could throw him out by the scruff of his neck for You, and in case he tries to get tough, tell him I used to be armed security in Las Vegas, at Caesars Palace, a city where security officers are expected to help take down an MMA fighter when they get too drunk and rowdy in order to get a gig at a casino resort...
