I can't stand him. He acts as if he owns the place. He sits on my couch in his underwear and he drinks milk right from the carton. He talks loudly on the phone and watches television all night long.
Interesting. Though you and Jeffrey technically have him outnumbered.
Jeffrey has become a traitor. They sit on the couch together and that schmuck lets Jeffrey lick food from his lips. He stares at me while he pets my dog. MY Jeffrey!
That sounds complicated.
I just keep telling myself that Jeffrey is teaching me a lesson.
