"i ain't got no money, but i damn sure got it made, 'cause i ain't askin' nobody for nothin'"

Conundrum:

 

Bret and Paula are driving us insane. They live here for the same amount of rent we do, yet I furnished the entire house, including the broad expanse of appliances that cover our kitchen, the furniture in the living room, and so forth, right down to the goddamn table they eat off of. I also do all the cleaning - if I don't do it, it doesn't get done.They run around the house, making messes, using things as if we're their parents and they are teenagers on break. I bring home food, they eat it. I bring home any type of joint product (dish soap, paper towels, etc.) they are more than happy to use it to extinction, but are loathe to buy replacements.

 

We owe Bret $250. And I want to borrow Paula's guitar.

 

Fuck. I feel backed into a corner.