Cordless handset

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One of our 3 cordless handsets has been missing for a few days.

We have one in the living room, one in mom and dad's bedroom, one downstairs. It is the downstairs phone which has gone missing. Mom thought dad put it somewhere weird, like how he put the kitchen utensils. We searched everywhere. No luck.

Finally, mom sported fragments of the handset on dad's pile of junk downstairs. Turns out he has disassembled it. Sigh... A perfectly working handset. And we need it too. (T_T)

Recently, he disassembled one of our vacuum cleaners. It's an old handy down from my aunt, but perfectly working vacuum cleaner. Now we'll have to carry the remaining monster up and down, or not vacuum downstairs.

Mom got mad. Dad just sat there ignoring her, not giving any response. What was he thinking? What is he thinking? Does he still have a brain? Mom said he's like a 3-year old. He doesn't even read newspaper, listen to radio, or watch TV. All he does is sleep and eat and drip pee all over the place. His pee stinks like hell. A skunk smells 100 times better. He doesn't like to bath. Mom needs to help him shower, cut his nails, and supervise his peeing. But of course it's impossible to catch him every single time. He likes to extract his dick from his pants as soon as he gets up to go to washroom, hence leaving a trail of drips. Sorry, it's true that I'm not helping with these chores, but I just can't deal with this guy.

Looking at him, I'm super scared. Are we all gonna be like that when we get old? I'd rather die sooner.