I am eenveen-cee-bull?

So apparently, the gene pool is further stained than just Fatass and his inbred sister. It would appear that Fatass has a brother. I know this because he's sitting on Fatass's god damn fucking bed. When I got back to the room from dinner, here's this random guy sitting on Fatass's bed. He introduces himself as the Brother of Fatass. So hey, thanks for telling me, you fucking dickless white trash cumguzzlers.

So now they're both sitting on his bed and Fatass starts bragging about how he threw some chick's shoes into the bathroom and how he got away with a written reprimand and blah blah blah. More Boris Grishenko shit that makes me want to take a cast iron skillet and give him a homerun swing to the teeth.

So yeah, gotta say, this conversation is pretty fucking stupid. They're talking shit about their own sister or something, and how she's a slut or whatever. I'm really trying not to listen because I generally don't like blue collar comedy. The only plus out of this whole god damn fucking thing is that Fatass actually has a shirt on.

It's so awkward. They're sitting on the side of his bed, and they're both facing me and Fatass is kind of looking at me in between glancing at Brother of Fatass while talking about video games. Hey asshole, if you're staring at me to try to read my mind, read this: "FUCK. YOU."