This particular event is one I don't think I will ever forget.
It's 3:30am... I hear the door close and Boris trudging in, stumbling rather. He walks/falls into the kitchen... and I hear him open the dishwasher.
Then silence. Then what I couldn't believe, he was peeing into the dishwasher! I got up immediately and walked in and was like, "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING!?" He just sorta looked at me one eyed and snarled for me to leave him alone.
Class.
The best part was when I woke him up (on the couch) the next day when I was leaving for work, and told him what he did. He sat there mortified, as he was a pretty big germ fearing boy.
When I got home he said he had run the dishwasher 4 times during the day. Ha!
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