Fatass, if he knew how to use a computer |
So anyway, I gather that he's still sneaking around on Bess, spending hours on end in Bitchface's room, yet continually wants to string Bess along for the ride while he rubs clits with Bitchface. Seriously, this kid has issues, and I really want to just remove all of his teeth with a pair of pliers. Yes, I know. It's shocking he even has teeth.
But he was bragging to Bess on the phone yesterday that he had lost 30 pounds since the beginning of the semester. Funny, I don't see any new clothes, belts, or any change whatsoever in his weight. He's still a fat fuck with tits just about the size of K-Star's, and still proudly shows off his fat asscrack. That isn't a sign of losing weight; that's a sign of a broken scale.
So last night, after returning from his whatever-the-fuck-he-was-doing with Bitchface, he comes in. I'm watching a TV show on my computer, which means my headphones are in. Why do I listen with my headphones in when nobody's around? Meh, I don't know. It's habit from back home, I guess. Anyway, what does he do when he walks in? That's right! He starts talking to me! And then guess what? Wow, if you guessed, "he took off his shirt to give his tits some air," you're 2-for-2! So not only is he talking to me about Lord only knows what, which makes me pull my headphones away, he then proceeds to say something about, "oh, my night wasn't too bad."
I don't know how I can make this any clearer, so maybe outside intervention will help. Ladies and gentlemen, to try to get the message across to Fatass, I present to you Penn Jillette...
Fatass,
That is all.
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