I'm stuck with these three girls are nicknamed the "herpes whores" in a suite style dorm. They are trashy, nasty girls with respect for other people's stuff. I begun to lose my sanity when they were using a shit ton of my expensive salon brand conditioner. The stuff doesn't won't even work on their fake, bone dried hair because it's for non damaged, natural hair ONLY, yet they... Read More »
Rooming With a Soccer Hooligan
Ah, Jeff. Rooming with an English soccer hooligan seemed like a fun novelty at first. I was willing to do you favors, pick up some of your crap from the common areas, etc., because that's part and parcel of living with someone. Hey, no problem. But it wore me down. The 3 a.m. phone call asking me to pick you up from Alphabet City (from Westchester) and pretending that yourr life was in danger to get me to come. The time you got drunk at the airport bar and missed your flight so I had to pick your ass up at midnight instead of 5 p.m. when I had work at 7 a.m. (not to mention some skank you met on the plane to whom you offered a ride home to Tribeca, nonetheless). The many, many times I found you passed out on the couch, sink full of dishes and food all over the floor. The soda cans I would find in the apartment with your skanky girlfriend's cigarette butts in them (did you really think we wouldn't notice the smell?). The time I found out you were overcharging me rent by $100/month. The time I finally got in touch with the landlord and got chewed out because it turns out you were constantly late paying the rent but blamed it on me. You thought you were smart, having some under the table job coaching soccer long after your visa expired. You got to dance around on a field and have inappropriate contact with teenage girls. You got to trash an apartment week after week and have someone else clean up after you. Life was good for you. But just so you know, after you moved out, I went ahead and Googled your name periodically and alerted your then-current employees to your shenanigans with your former players - 5 jobs in 2 years...my, you do travel a lot these days. Oh, and I did send your GF an anonymous email about your penchant for nose candy - I got to read the whole email exchange since you used my computer without permission and never logged out of your hotmail account. Oh, and I did call the INS on you - tell me, life still good digging ditches in Manchester?
My friend and I always like to mess with each other. One day I had met this girl and things were going pretty well, but because I knew he used to be into her, I asked to see if it was ok. He promptly gave me the thumbs up, but, as part of our ongoing prank war, texted her asking her out for me, when we barely knew eachother. It quickly weirded her out and ruined my chances, but... Read More »
Well, I know now that you talk MAJOR shit about me with literally everyone I know... You know I have to say I'm not that surprised because it seems to be all that you do, but I thought we were close friends. I mean, I was the one to help you when you were embarrassingly throwing up all over yourself and others at a party while your longterm "marriage potential" boyfriend didn't... Read More »
- Hey, Hoe. Remember how you dumped me, saying how I treated you wrong, despite doing whatever I humanly could to help you out? Well, I found out your dirty, little secrets. How you cheated on me multiple times and even said the reason we're dating is so when I graduate, I'll be making money. Well, while going through your room, grabbing whatever that's mine, I found your weed... Read More »
you ran over my dog left her their for 2 hours then called me a pussy when i cryed cus she had to be put down so it was me who shit on your bed stole 300 from you and i also called your mom and told about your weed and booze and got you cut off good luck dick
You know the anonymous girl you complain about for breaking you and Mike up? It was me. I'm really sorry. I didn't know who you were then.