The fat self entitled fuck
December 2nd, 2009 12:14pm by admin
My friend recomended this fatfuck of a roommate to me. They went to HS together and he transferred to my uni.
My roommate is the laziest piece of shit on the planet. He sits on his rapidly expanding ass all day in the living room, tilts my 400 dollar flat panel towards him, pulls a tv dinner tray up and sits there watching horrible MTV shows. ALL DAY AND NIGHT. He doesn’t clean, doesn’t have any friends besides mine (who all don’t like him either), literally doesn’t do anything. Fatty wanted to bake a cake, the stuff was left in the sink for a week. I finally told him to clean it and left. I come back and found a note saying “can you clean the sink? It’s getting gross”
my girlfriend calls his food cabinet the “shame cabinet” because it’s stuffed with oreos, goldfish, pringles and M&Ms.
And I wouldn’t mind it so much if he stayed in his room. But he trashed it so he migrates out to the living room. If I want to sit in my living room I have to beat him to it, which I can’t most of the time because I have a life so I’m not in the apartment as much.
I said to him when he moved in it’s hard as a transfer, he should join some clubs. He’s a theater kid, I told him join the student theater troop. Too lazy. I said join glee club. Too lazy. Really, I want him to make his own friends so he’ll just fucking go away. But he WONT.
He’s from Long Island NY, so he has serious entitlement issues. He thinks the world owes him something. He whines about his mom being a cunt but only calls her when he needs something from her. Bitches at our mutual friend when she goes out with other friends. Whines we don’t include him in our conversations. Wrote a bitchy email to a teacher who gave him a C saying he “knows he’s a good writer” (meanwhile, the email was written poorly). Ugh.
His cat pissed all over a bag of stuff my friend left at my apartment. He didn’t tell me when he threw it in my room. Didn’t offer my friend money. The same friend left an unopened mirror she bought. He actually took the mirror, opened it, and put it in his room. Only learned this when my friend came over and asked where it was upon which fatty promptly went into his room and got it. It was filthy, btw.
Yesterday I smelled cat shit. I knocked on his door and told him. He said “okay you look under the couch and tell me if it’s there”. I told him “no, it’s your fucking cat, you do it”. He just febreezed the apartment.
He moved into my apartment, so everything is mine. The couch, TV, silverware, plates, lights, curtains.. He wouldn’t go buy a vacuum unless I gave him 20 dollars. His only fucking contribution to the place is half a vacuum and an indent on my couch.