Oh for the love of fuck, do you do nothing around here? You have the most important chore in the house: grocery shopping. You haven't done it at all this month and it's almost the end of the month. We have nothing except soda and sandwich stuff. You seemed really upset to hear, despite knowing this for ages, that I don't generally like sandwich stuff, and I shouldn't have to eat it because you can't get off your fat fucking ass and go shopping. If you were depressed or something I'd understand and we could all work something out, but you're just lazy. I gave you three hundred dollars this month so you could get groceries. I have a half a mind to ask to only give you half next month. After all, that three hundred is for groceries; that's the agreement. If you spent it on other stuff that's your problem. Do your fucking chore.