Anyone remember that blog post by someone going through the room of some obese woman that was living in his house? She all of a sudden disappeared and he tried to clean up her stuff, only to find poop everywhere. Like seriously everywhere, in bags, in the bed, in the couch... There was just poop everywhere, in everything that poop could be smeared on.
I'm a horrible person but the house is in your name yes? Kick them the fuck out. That isn't even animal behaviour.
When the courts asked me to press charges when he hit me with the hammer...I couldn't do it.
I actually did get him kicked out of the house for a full year after he trashed the backyard when I got him jailed for twenty four hours after he beat me in the street with a metal baseball bat and tried to run me over.
He's still my brother, and he's the only sibling I have.
You mean eating with his feet, right?aw man, I was going to share a story about my disgusting brother eating his feet at the kitchen table, but Op wins hands down. That's terrible, and you should probably seek therapy for yourself/family and learn to move on. Nice renovations BTW.