Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Video game stupidity

So I get back from class today and I'm enjoying some alone time before dinner. Of course, that's too good to be true. The second I decide it's time for dinner, Fatass comes in. Granted, it's cool that he arrived when I was about to leave, but that's not the douchebag part.

The douchebag part is him saying that he's not going to be here that long, and guess who's with him? That's right, it's Bitchface. So they both come in, even though "we're not going to be here that long." I say whatever, because I'm going to dinner anyway. I get back from dinner, and who do I see? Yup. That's right. Fatass and Bitchface leaning against my bed, playing video games. Apparently, "not that long" will translate until about midnight, and apparently, spring break has taught him nothing about respect for others' property. Not that I expect him to learn anything, because he's a retarded redneck fuck. No, I'm sorry, he's not a retard. That's too offensive... to retards. He's a motherfucking fatheaded, no-brained dickless lunatic that deserves to fail at everything in life forever.

So what are they doing while sitting against the side of MY bed? Well, Bitchface is doodling something unitelligible into her notebook, and Fatass is mashing his fat fingers against a video game controller. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so awful. Every 2 seconds, I hear, "God fucking dammit." Literally. Every. Two. Seconds. And then, if he does advance past the bad guys, he makes annoying sounds, like the sound of an alarm or an obnoxious scream or something else that makes me want to drive a railroad spike through his skull.

So what was supposed to be a night of freedom has turned into a disgusting, fish smelly (yes, I think they fucked, because it smells like a wharf) night of misery and hatred. Then again, I'm not surprised. This isn't the first or second time that this has happened, and if I remember correctly, he told Bess that Bitchface wouldn't be over anymore. There are no words that can describe the level of cuntwad this guy is.

And there it is again. "God fucking dammit."

You know what? God fucking damn YOU to the deepest bowels of hell.

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