First, a little background.
For the past two years I had a room-mate. He was constantly going on and on about how great his sense of humour is, and how intellectually superior he is. I’m glad he kept telling me, because otherwise I wouldn’t have known. We all know the type.
He couldn’t stand silence. If I was watching TV, reading a book, talking on the phone, taking a shit, he’d be talking to me. But not saying anything. We all know the type.
He’s a Republican. I could handle that if he were an intelligent one. But he’s Republican because his family is. No other reason. Same with guns (which I can’t stand). We all know the type.
He was an obsessive martial arts “buff,” his Master was trying to set up his own little Ninja Crime Syndicate.
He’s one of those people who can both know absolutely everything about absolutely everything, and still be wrong most of the time. We all know the type.
He was big into Strip clubs. Now he’s even living with his stripper girlfriend.
He’s a slob.
He’s lazy.
He’s an all around self-promoting, egocentric, ignorant putz-weenie-dork-fratboy-loser.
We all know the type.
Okay, enough background. I called him last night, because he owes me $170 for back bills. I don’t think he’ll be able to pay me.
But if he can’t that’s OK. Why?
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Yes, I’m going to burn in hell. I know this. No need to flame me for being a heartless bastard. I know I am, and I accept it–hell, I’m proud of it!
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I have wished pain and trouble for him for a long time. Little did I know…
The little shit’s got an inoperable brain tumor. When he told me, I had to cover the phone so I could laugh. It couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person.
I still want my fucking money, though.
(And before you tell me that he may be lying so he doesn’t have to pay me: a) I didn’t get a chance to bring up the $$$; b) he’s not intelligent enough to come up with a scam like that)
So I’m laughing my ass off at this poor sod’s misfortune.
I just had to share.
Thank you.