Does this kid know he’s fucking with God? I mean this isn’t Bill down the hall, or crazy Rocco next door, this is fuckin God. That’s right, God. And if I’ve learned one thing after a semester at BC, it’s that you don’t ever, ever, come at God. I’ve seen plenty of bad roommates in my day, but if anyone’s a “worthless piece of life” here, it’s the crazy screaming mother fucker. Kid actually runs out of breath midway through his rant. Be better. Get your fitness up. Meanwhile God’s just standing there totally unfazed by the psychotic episode, just cool as the other side of the pillow. Even offers ever so politely to buy his wackjob roommate some over the counter Chill Pills. Shit doesn’t come cheap. Hey bro, If you have a problem with someone drinking your coffee, or eating your Easy Mac, simply retaliate by pissing in his sheets while they’re out of the room, or fucking his smoking hot sister when she comes to visit. Cool? Cool.
-thanks Jess for the tip.
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