CG is a pig when it comes to cleanliness. (Sorry Bro, but you know that’s the truth). And I’ve been trying to get him to clean his room for about a year now.
*I enter his room*
Me: Dude, when was the last time you changed your sheets?
CG: Haven’t done it yet.
Me: Huh? How many times have you changed your sheets after moving into this house?
CG: That’s what I said! Haven’t done it yet.
Me: Oh god! How are you still alive?
*I give his bedsheet a nice whack and a thick layer of dust rises* (I’m not making this up!)
Me: God save us all!
*I open his wardrobe next*
Me: Man! Is something dead in here!?
CG: Quit making stuff up!
Me: It smells like a zoo in here!
CG: Oh please! It’s just my unwashed clothes.
Me: Why are they in the wardrobe? They should be in the laundry basket!
CG: Yeah yeah yeah! I’ll put it there!
Me: Alteast put a freshener or something in here!
CG: Jeez! What am I, an aristocrat or something?
Me: You wish!
*Next, I open his table drawer*
Me: Why is your toothbrush and paste in your drawer?
CG: I don’t know. I just keep it there.
Me: And there are cigarette packets in there, and some change and your comb!
CG: Yeah so?
Me: And you put that thing in YOUR MOUTH!
CG: Dude! Stop nagging! You ain’t my girlfriend!
Me: You don’t say!
Aftermath: I’m afraid to enter CG’s room without a hazard suit!