So what the fuck? Fatass says he only needs an hour. Says that at 8 o'clock, everything will be done, they'll be dressed, and they'd probably be out the door. At 8:10, I knock on the door. "Hold on a minute!!!"
What. The fuck. I'm nice and I give you an extra 10 goddamn minutes and how do I get thanked? "Hold on a minute!!!!" Fucking. Douchebag. I am done with him. He even TRIES to talk to me, I'm gonna flip shit on him. I ignored him when he said, "We'll be back later," after walking out the door. I was really tempted to tell them not to fucking come back. What a schmuck. What a fatass hillbilly pedophile schmuck.
Sure, I'm probably overreacting. I don't care. I've given him enough opportunities to not be a fucking cock, but at every point, he finds new ways to raise the bar. Ten minutes probably isn't that big of an issue, but it's not just the 10 minutes. It's the 10 minutes on top of having a mousey looking bitch over every goddamn night, making me listen to him lie to his girlfriend about it, and then dealing with the horrendous odor constantly coming from his body.
So yeah, what the fuck.
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