there aren't enough four-letter words

So, today I head over to the new house. I picked up the keys Thursday evening, but today is the first day in the house to start doing some work on it. Instead, I spend the majority of the day throwing away stuff because the Piece Of Shit Seller (forever now known as POSS) left the place looking like squatters had taken over. This is what I walked into today...


Needless to say, I was furious! I didn't even take a photo of the freezer and refrigerator, which were packed with food. I also don't have a photo of the bent spoon I found, which makes me think POSS also had a drug problem.

My parents really did teach me to be kind and forgiving. But I hate POSS.