beer

Just about everyday the old man comes home and sticks a bottle of beer in the freezer.  Sometimes he shoves it in the ice and makes a mess.. you know, a bunch of ice gets pushed to the back of the freezer and just piles up there.... or even when he uses the ice dispenser he'll let them fall on the floor and not pick it up... so I get  to step in this lovely little wet spot on the floor...

What I really don't understand is why he doesn't put beer in the refrigerator and let it cool throughout the day... so right when he comes home, there's cold beer.  What happens most of the time is.. beer goes in the freezer, he forgets about it.. and it freezes, so he has to wait for it to thaw before he can drink it.  I don't understand why something as simple as cooling beer turns into this big mess.  There are so many things about him that I don't understand... I guess that's why that lady scientist went out and lived with the monkeys for a while.  To study them and get a grasp on their behavior... I live with the Old Man...  It's pretty much the same thing.  She couldn't ask them, "Hey, why do you throw your poop around?"  and I can't ask him, "Hey, why do you throw your poop around?"

Ok... seriously. He's out watering the plants again.  It's 97 fucking degrees outside, the sun's about the go down... so why the fuck is he watering the plants now?  If he wants to water the plants to fucking bad he needs to get his ass up early in the morning and start watering.  No... that takes too much effort.. and that's probably what bothers me the most about him... there is no effort or care or even logic in the things he does. If that's how you're going to be then kill yourself. 

I suppose people do stupid things when they drink... for starters I actually talk to the guy when I drink because I'm so damn happy.