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Grandaddy Delicious
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There is the distinct possibility that I might be gutted and turned into a message for future generations.
I might be on the news!
So the kind of monumental drama that happens only in movies has suddely become a reality. My three friends and I have recently moved into a house on campus. My friend Kyle and I are living downstairs, and my friend Sasha and her friend Madeline are moving into the upstairs. Recently Sasha began dating a foreign exchange student from Germany named Raphael.
Madeline is unable to move in because her lease does not end at her old place until next month. This means that there is one vacant room upstairs. About a week ago, a college student and graphic designer contacted my friend Sasha and asked if he could stay at our place in the vacant room for 20 days while he looked for a place to live in our city.
Sasha asked Kyle and I if he could, and we said we didn't care.
It wasn't until after he moved in that we found out that they had never actually met, and all this spawned from a message on myspace entitled "Can I ask you a favor?" Yes, she is that crazy.
When the graphic designer got here, he opened his suitcase and we saw:
- A butcher knife
- A rusty sicle
- A pair of industrial rubber gloves
- A bloodstained jacket
He explained that there was no need for alarm and that he is a butcher on the side, which would also explain why he had a seperate suitcase filled with bleached cow skulls. I kid you not.
Well, recently Raphael went missing. He just disappeared. He stopped coming over and he stopped calling Sasha. She had not heard from him in three days when she decided she liked the butcher that was staying with her.
On this third day, Raphael called Sasha from his Aunt's phone. Sasha did not pick up because she didn't recognize the number. Raphaels message said this: "I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. I'm sorry I haven't been in contact. My cell phone has been broken, and I've had to stay at my aunt's for a few days because of some family stuff. I'll have to talk to you about it later. I'm sure you understand."
Meanwhile, Sasha and the graphic designer are messing around upstairs.
I approached her and asked her if she had told Raphael yet. She has not. She said that since he didn't bother to call for a few days, that that meant they were broken up. "I'm sure he thinks the same thing" she said. Her Resident Director called her tonight and said that because she did not have permission to live off campus yet, she would have to start sleeping in the dorm until the summer (two weeks away). So tonight she left.
As I was leaving to go to wal-greens just now, I stepped onto our porch and found RAPHAEL ASLEEP ON THE BENCH, HOLDING SOME GARY LARSON BOOKS. Apparently the Gary Larson books are a peace offering. He has no idea that Sasha has been cheating on him. He has no idea that the graphic designer is sleeping in her bed upstairs at this very moment. He just left.
How is this going to end? Either the butcher butchers Raphael, or Raphael pulls a motherland on the graphic designer. Or maybe, just maybe, I kill them both. When the T.V. crew shows up, I will be asked, "Why did you kill those two men?" In response, I will tightly grip my bloodied butcher knife, suddenly raise it and yell "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!" and then launch into the song: "HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE AREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, BORRRRNNN TO BE KINGS!"
TL;DR-My female roommate is cheating on one unstable communist with an unstable butcher that carries a collection of knives. He is from the internet, and he has recently been invited to live in our home.
I might be on the news!
So the kind of monumental drama that happens only in movies has suddely become a reality. My three friends and I have recently moved into a house on campus. My friend Kyle and I are living downstairs, and my friend Sasha and her friend Madeline are moving into the upstairs. Recently Sasha began dating a foreign exchange student from Germany named Raphael.
Madeline is unable to move in because her lease does not end at her old place until next month. This means that there is one vacant room upstairs. About a week ago, a college student and graphic designer contacted my friend Sasha and asked if he could stay at our place in the vacant room for 20 days while he looked for a place to live in our city.
Sasha asked Kyle and I if he could, and we said we didn't care.
It wasn't until after he moved in that we found out that they had never actually met, and all this spawned from a message on myspace entitled "Can I ask you a favor?" Yes, she is that crazy.
When the graphic designer got here, he opened his suitcase and we saw:
- A butcher knife
- A rusty sicle
- A pair of industrial rubber gloves
- A bloodstained jacket
He explained that there was no need for alarm and that he is a butcher on the side, which would also explain why he had a seperate suitcase filled with bleached cow skulls. I kid you not.
Well, recently Raphael went missing. He just disappeared. He stopped coming over and he stopped calling Sasha. She had not heard from him in three days when she decided she liked the butcher that was staying with her.
On this third day, Raphael called Sasha from his Aunt's phone. Sasha did not pick up because she didn't recognize the number. Raphaels message said this: "I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. I'm sorry I haven't been in contact. My cell phone has been broken, and I've had to stay at my aunt's for a few days because of some family stuff. I'll have to talk to you about it later. I'm sure you understand."
Meanwhile, Sasha and the graphic designer are messing around upstairs.
I approached her and asked her if she had told Raphael yet. She has not. She said that since he didn't bother to call for a few days, that that meant they were broken up. "I'm sure he thinks the same thing" she said. Her Resident Director called her tonight and said that because she did not have permission to live off campus yet, she would have to start sleeping in the dorm until the summer (two weeks away). So tonight she left.
As I was leaving to go to wal-greens just now, I stepped onto our porch and found RAPHAEL ASLEEP ON THE BENCH, HOLDING SOME GARY LARSON BOOKS. Apparently the Gary Larson books are a peace offering. He has no idea that Sasha has been cheating on him. He has no idea that the graphic designer is sleeping in her bed upstairs at this very moment. He just left.
How is this going to end? Either the butcher butchers Raphael, or Raphael pulls a motherland on the graphic designer. Or maybe, just maybe, I kill them both. When the T.V. crew shows up, I will be asked, "Why did you kill those two men?" In response, I will tightly grip my bloodied butcher knife, suddenly raise it and yell "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!" and then launch into the song: "HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE AREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, BORRRRNNN TO BE KINGS!"
TL;DR-My female roommate is cheating on one unstable communist with an unstable butcher that carries a collection of knives. He is from the internet, and he has recently been invited to live in our home.
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Leo....dooooon't.
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Do however arm yourself incase Psycho McRustysaw comes down for a visit with bloodlust in his eye. He will fuck your corpse, I assure you.
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it is the most ridiculous occupational combination i can imagine
Sometimes you just want to work with your hands instead of a keyboard. It helps you from developing carpal tunnel syndrome. I'm pulling this out of my ass right now anyway. I want the psycho with the rusty butcher tools and skull collection to win this round, or to make an installation piece out of entrails and man-meat in your apartment.
Not as dumb as your face.
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Just an FYI.
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Just an FWI
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Username: Ruckus
Primary Occupation: Computer Network Administrator
Secondary Occupation: Volunteer Firefighter
This does not strike fear into my heart.
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I've always seen you as one of the nicer people here, actually.
What? getting wet is annoying!
thanks, faggot.
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I always read it as "Fused with Infinity"
For WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUAHAHGUUAHGHGAHHGUAHAHG Information
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I voluntarily get paid for it. Does that count?