When he wakes up from his drunken stupor this morning (or afternoon), there's going to be hell to pay, I tell you. I'm going to rub his nose in the mess to teach him a lesson like a naughty pup. He's been a bad boy, and he deserves the stern spanking that's coming to him. After his punishment it'll be time for his penance, as I force him to help me straighten the place up, scrub the floors, perhaps put a new coat of paint on the walls, dig the expired food out of the back of the fridge, that sort of thing.
I know that you'll insist on hearing the whole story, so don't worry. I'll fill you in on all the details soon.