Pretty much every week at this treatment center, somebody has to make an announcement about retards leaving dishes where they're not supposed to have them in the first place. That and the floor pissing have become a running joke.

So anyway, I found a cup in the ashtray the other day. Cigarette butts, in the cup, in the ashtray. Somebody here is such a fuckin clown, I almost have to respect the sheer contrarianism of it.