I lend you my laptop and you return it with cum stains and vile porn in the history

“Uhhh…hey Adam.”

I dread hearing those words, from behind my door, because they invariably mean that the six-foot-six gangling ape of a man who I have the extreme misfortune of having to live above wants a favor from me. In this case, those words, uttered in the unmistakable lisping inarticulate slack-jawed drawl, preceded a request to borrow my laptop. The man-beast in question had some severe problems with his computer, and told me he needed to borrow mine to order a new computer and also look at apartments online that he could conceivably move into when the glorious day comes when this unbearable living arrangement comes to an end.

So I said, OK, fine. After all, I have this sweet desktop computer with a gigantic monitor and everything, that I use every day anyway, so I can go without my brand-new Dell 1720 laptop. So I tell him he can use it.

A few days later, I take it back from him. I get onto Firefox. I type in www.s ----and then immediately, the URL bar expands downwards with all the vile, vile porn that this savage has been whacking off to with the same filthy hands that he’s undoubtedly been using to operate my goddamn laptop! For every goddamned letter of the alphabet that I enter into the URL bar, a torrential wave of porn links springs forth from the history, with the scroll-bar on the right getting narrower and narrower as the list grows…and grows…and grows…and GROWS…and UAHHGHGHHGHH!!!

What are these fucking stains on my monitor? Is this come? Is this the fetid, pestilent jissom of the vile beast? There are small splotches - translucent and raised - dotting the previously immaculate 17-inch screen. It could be droplets of soda, or tiny stains from the sauce from Chinese food or something like that, but I’m going to go with “come.” Because what other conclusion could I draw from the countless websites that he visited?

Cock craving moms. Cum guzzling sluts. Mature women spreading their vaginas wide open, oozing semen and vaginal secretions. Young women penetrated by freakishly large black cocks, bondage sluts with their cunts held open by speculums and other strange devices. There are girls pissing on each other. Men losing rounds of strip poker and forced to disrobe and jack-off for a roomful of fully clothed women. 3-D renderings of shemales fucking each other. I swear to Christ, I’m not making any of this up. It goes on, and on, and on. Literally hundreds and hundreds of porn sites visited, in the mere THREE DAYS I lent this poor brute my laptop.

I’m positive he’s never even been with a woman before. 23 years old, and never been laid. He hasn’t been going to school, and he hasn’t been working. He’s a total deadbeat living off of an injury settlement. Spends all of his time getting high and watching Netflix movies on the big-screen TV and Xbox that I am letting him use, because I have more big screen TVs and more video game consoles. If I wanted to, I could take away that TV and the Xbox and the gigantic curved modern-style mahogany-and-stainless-steel entertainment center that it’s all sitting on, which I also own, and I could drag them upstairs to my section of the house and keep them there even though I already have more gadgets and toys up here than I know what to do with - just to spite him. And then he’d have NO life at all! Oh whatever would he do without his Netflix? He would have to resort to drinking bottles of Everclear and spinning around in circles and bashing his head against the wall for entertainment.

UGHGHHHHHHH!!! What chemical am I going to use to sanitize my laptop? There’s no way I can use it now, without totally removing all traces of that savage from it. Isopropyl alcohol? Ammonia mixed with water?

Oh yuck.

Word of advice, though: don’t go pouring random cleaning chemicals on LCD screens.

I’m positive too. Anyone who’s been in a relationship before knows how to delete the fucking browser history.

Alternative theory: have you done anything recently that would even minorly piss him off? This could be his, albeit disturbing, passive aggressive manner at “getting you back.” Every letter in the alphabet? Unless he has some really, really bizarre superpower involving being desperate or pathetic that seems like an awful lot from ahem normal usage.

The apparent comprehensive coverage could just be Firefox 3’s ‘awesome bar’ at work - the address bar brings up a list of previously visited sites where the typed string matches any substring in the URL or title.

OK, well, fuck him anyway - right at this very moment I have THIS to keep me company - all he has is his filthy, come-encrusted hand. Ughhh. What a fuckin’ savage.

The gun? The woman? The Police poster? Please clarify.

All of it. My life is awesome.

edit: and I have “bodies” by the sex pistols playing on my six-speaker (sexophonic?) stereo

I’ve walked underneath this guy’s room, in the basement of the house, and heard shrieking and screaming, as if he were watching a snuff film or some kind of extremely vigorous, violent sex. I’ve passed by the shower and heard savage moaning and bestial grunting emanating from the steam-filled room. On top of all that, he once showed me this documentary on people who buy “real dolls” - lifelike replicas of human females that cost 6000 dollars, that you can fuck - and it had these interviews with all the weird, creepy guys who “lived” with these Real Dolls in lieu of an actual partner, and the whole time, he was defending them and was like, “these guys are totally right, you know - real women are all just whores, and they never want to go out with me because when I talk to them, they’re so intimidated by how much better I am than them.” I mean, seriously, this was the shit he was saying. Some crazy meth-freak whacko on the documentary was like, “all women are whores, but my Real Doll is pure,” and my “friend” was nodding his head and saying, “yeah, he’s right, he’s right.”

UUUGHHHHH!!! I can’t stand this guy!

One more month. That’s it, and then I move into a sweet sweet sweet apartment with wood paneling in the living room and two bedrooms and a pool outside. And I can leave this sick fuck behind.

Have you considered manning-up and trying to handle the situation?

I guess Real Dolls are a good thing, all told, for folks like that. Better if they stay in their homes fucking a piece of rubber than any alternative I can think of.

Oh, I handle it just fine. I never hesitate to call him out if he does anything directly annoying to me, and I have no problem letting him know that 99 percent of the things in this house that he enjoys belong to me, and I can take them away at a moment’s notice (and I have - such as when he was banging a hand drum so loud that it cut through the noise of 35 drunken people, and I marched downstairs and informed him that the drum belonged to me and that I would be confiscating it indefinitely.) I just hate that I have to discipline him like a little child. But that’s what he acts like. I strongly suspect that he is autistic and was never diagnosed, because his parents are far too snobbish and pretentious to ever admit that their child had a problem and therefore try to help him.

Atleast the real ones can clean themselves afterwards.
What you gonna do with the rubber one? Hold her upsidedown in the shower? Kinda of destroys the illusion.

Some real relationships may involve that but I don’t think it’s typical.

Give him a chance! I’m sure he’ll grow on you.
( Do you think his drum-banging while you were having a 35 friend soiree, might have been a hint of some sort?)

I expect there are websites devoted to such things. I haven’t checked.

Oh, he’s had two goddamn years to grow on me. I think I’ve had just about enough of his bullshit. Man, what a sociopath. Once, he got in a screaming match with my best friend over four dollars and an Arby’s sandwich, and shoved him to the ground violently. We took the high road and refrained from kicking his ass - the last thing on earth that we needed was his parents sic-ing their lawyers on us.

You know what? Actually, I’ve been too hard on this guy. I kind of feel sorry for what I’ve written…maybe I’m not being understanding enough.

Actually, just kidding. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I fuckin’ hate living with you! I curse myself for ever being so foolish as to get suckered into this horrible situation. You’re crazy, sociopathic, sexually-crazed and perverted, passive-aggressive, inarticulate, boring, and you smell like a wet dog.

Probability of spyware infection, Argent? Keyloggers?

If that laptop is brand new, miiight want to restore it from the hidden partition.

If I was on my usual forum , I’d be making an Argent’s Neighbour sockpuppet about now!

There’s no way you’d ever be able to dumb it down enough for me to believe it was actually him.