Wring out the sponge, Dipshit, WRING OUT THE SPONGE!

Jesus fucking Christ, EVERY move he makes, I tell you, is the WRONG one...especially in a Home Economics kinda way. Is it just me, or shouldn't a 30-something ADULT know to SQUEEZE the sponge in the kitchen sink after washing dishes (and I DO use "washing" exceedingly loosely, but that's ANOTHER story) and then to put it back on the counter in that thing called...what's its name...um...oh, yeah, THE FUCKING SPONGE DISH? Instead, I am confronted daily by a decidedly NON-STIFF, soaked-to-the-core sponge just laying in the sink, inviting bugs and bacteria of all sorts. There's 2 types of people in this world...those who think i'm a crabby, hard to deal with, fussbudget asswipe, and those who KNOW -- as I do -- that i'm ABSOLUTELY right in EVERY FUCKING syllable of my bitching, and that my cross to bear is being CONSTANTLY surrounded by the stupidest, common sense-free fucking humans on the planet. And I DO mean most of my roommates. For the 3,492nd time...HE. IS. A. FUCKING. MORON.