Bloody hell

You asked if you could crash at my place for the night because we were all heading downtown and you knew you wouldn't be able to drive back to Sackville. That was fine. What wasn't fine was the chick you brought back to the apt and banged. The mess you left in the bed looks like a Campbell's tomato soup concoction from hell. For frig's sake, the chick was on her period. Couldn't you have found someone else? I had to dispose of the sheets treating it like a hazardous material. The mattress is ruined and now that's out on the curb. You are NOT welcome to stay here anymore. —SickOfTheBlood