It's not about the dishes
No, yeah, it is
But it's not JUST about the dishes
I have left those dishes
In that sink
For EIGHTEEN days
Forget dirty
We have moved beyond dirty
There are cities of germs
Towering out of our kitchen sink
But THAT is not even what I'm concerned about
I'm concerned that you
Have been sitting
On that couch
For eighteen days
Waiting for her to call
Jonathan, she is NOT going to call
The germs in our sink
Will evolve into intelligent life
Before she calls
They will grow feet
With tap shoes on them
Before she calls
Now, you need to get up off the couch
And shower, because you smell like fried elephant ass
And let your lovely roommate
Take you out for the night
So you can meet, you know, another human being
One that exists outside of TV Land
Jonathan, yesterday I caught you jerking off to the Barefoot Contessa
Clearly, you're teetering on the abyss
Listen to me
You are a GOOD guy
And just because one stupid girl
Didn't realize that
It doesn't mean that you won't meet someone else
Who will absolutely love you
You know, you're cute
You're sweet
You know how to operate a Cusinart
Which is--I mean, I don't even know what that is
So, bravo to you
I love you, Jon
And you--you can do better than this
I don't just mean her
I mean, in general
In life
You can do better
So, c'mon
We're going out
But first--
Do the dishes
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