.... to the shores of Tripoli!

So after a long day of class and work, I finally come back to my room, and what am I greeted by? That's right, the most disgusting force in the history of the known universe: Fatass, Bitchface, and the stench of one of Fatass's "don't know when to take a shit" farts. God, if you do exist, why must you hate me so? Seriously, there cannot be an intelligent designer in the universe, because of the fact that Fatass even exists.

So Fatass has continued to disgust, not only because of his raunchy shit farts. Since he's still sick, he's still hocking loogies into the trash can. Yeah, he's trash bitch for the rest of the semester now. In the immortal words of the New Radicals, you get what you give, you sisterfucking piece of white trash shit. So now Bitchface and Fatass are leaning right up against the side of my bed again, despite the fact that they could just as easily sit on their bed. I have a theory. I think they do it because my half of the room smells good. Though the refuse to acknowledge it, they prefer the smell of my side of the room to Fatass's, and you know why? It's because I shower with soap, do my laundry, and use proper physical hygeine.

So now I'm totally miserable, and my weekend has been ruined. I'm just happy I didn't walk in to them fucking, but it'd be an interesting story to tell Bess!

"Hey Bess! ... no, don't be a bitch to me just yet. I've got news for you! It's about Fatass! ... oh, no. I mean Porkins.... no, YOUR BOYFRIEND. Jeez, I wish I could fault you for your complete fucking stupidity, but you're so young... Anywho, you'll never guess what I just walked in to. Remember that chick that you don't want him hanging around with anymore? Well, she's back! And guess what? He was fucking her when I walked in! Well, I guess that's what you get for dating a complete fucking fat tool. Yeah, bye."

So yep, my weekend's just started, and it's already turning out to be a complete fucking joyride. Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll both break their legs on the way to dinner and won't be able to come back to the room. Or hell, maybe I can get lucky and he'll get kidnapped and sent to Lybia and get caught up in the riots. See? I was going somewhere with that title.