He won't iron his shirts so he goes to work all trampy and passes up promotional chances.
He is happy to leave his paperwork piles of shit everywhere and doesn't open post ever, then panics when he finds out he's been paying out £50 a month for an internet connection in a house he hasn't lived in for the past 3 years.
I've been living with him for a year and have yet to see him clean the toilet or the sink.
Yet he's happy to spend all Saturday evening re-arranging the contents of the kitchen cupboards, because apparently I shove everything in there willy-nilly and it's really annoying when stuff falls out it's slightly disorganised and it's his turn to cook 
I'm letting him get on with it.
Tomorrow is our big shop and it will fill up with crap once more!