Gerald, the Soup
Hi! I’m the soup you spilled on Tuesday. I live here now. I’ve named myself Gerald. Please clean me. — Gerald 🍲
Welcome to NagMeToDeath.com
If those questions made your eye twitch, you’re in the right place. The internet’s support group and comedy archive for the aggressively reminded. You have to laugh to keep from crying.
Why are we here?
Let’s face it, we’ve all been there. You’re on the couch, minding your own business, when it strikes. The text message. The post-it note. The over-the-shoulder sigh.
Beneath every relentless text stream, every passive-aggressive note on a dirty microwave, and every broken-record reminder to do your chores, there’s a hidden layer of pure comedy. We built this corner of the internet to celebrate the absurd and oddly poetic ways our loved ones, roommates and coworkers badger us into doing things.
Because if they didn’t care, they wouldn’t pester you twenty-seven times in a row. Right?
What you’ll find here
Screenshots of one-sided conversations where the sender just won’t quit.
Masterpieces of roommate passive-aggression left on dishes and empty milk cartons.
“I asked once. Then I asked again. Then I just stood there holding the laundry basket.”
Real stories of marital and relationship bickering turned into comedy gold.
This week’s Nag-Off · Week 1
Vote for the nag you’d least like to receive. A new matchup every week.
Hi! I’m the soup you spilled on Tuesday. I live here now. I’ve named myself Gerald. Please clean me. — Gerald 🍲
Forks DOWN. Knives DOWN. Spoons UP. Bowls are not hats for plates. I love you. Fix it.
The verdict so far
Every submission tells us whether the victim actually did the task. Here’s how the archive votes.
Based on 17 nags.
The ground rules
Only the kind of nagging that makes you roll your eyes and smile. No real cruelty or toxic behavior.
Crop out phone numbers and last names. We love the texts. We don’t need your mom getting prank-called.
Read, upvote, and comment. You are never the only person who forgot to flip the laundry.
Did your partner leave a sticky note on the microwave written from the perspective of the soup you spilled? Did your dad send twelve unanswered texts about your car oil? Don’t delete it. Immortalize it.
Now go clean your room. We shouldn’t have to ask twice.