I hate when dad just randomly throws shit into the garage, it turns into a huge ass mess, and then forces me to help him clean and..
organize HIS fucking mess. I only go in there to get my bike, and I don't touch anything else. Why the hell should I clean HIS shit?
Gabe
says
Ooof.
Kinda wanna tell him that if he wants me to clean HIS shitty mess in the garage, he should clean my room. It's more or less storage for hsi
*his shit as well...