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When I first arrived at my dorm, I was pleasantly greeted by my Residence Assistance along with my two roommates. They were both fairly quiet at first, but they seemed like cool people, but I mean whatever. Later that night, as I settled down for that evening, I said to myself, "man, this place is gonna be great." And as I was snuggling my blanket because my room had Air Conditioning (yeayuhz), about to enter a trance like state, a thunderous fart rips through the air like a fucking jet breaking the sound barrier. I was flabbergasted...but I brushed it off because, I mean, who doesn't fart.
A month later. Goddamn, was I fucking wrong about this place being great.
Outside, he seems like a jolly, friendly, average fat guy who is congenial towards everybody, and maybe even a little bit gay. But little did I know, this creature...this beast is a living hell, a walking bog.
Since my first day here, I have seen this guy going to shower twice. Maybe it's the clashing between my schedule and his, but his smell sure proves otherwise. I come home every afternoon, relax and rewind after an effortless day of class in my pristine and fresh room, it's all fun and games until he comes home. As soon as he walks in, an invisible rat that seemed to bathe itself in shit juice crawls up my nose and disintegrates. Remember Lephew? That cartoony skunk? Yeah, remember how he walks into a room, and a flower wilts because of the vile stench? If I had a flower on my desk for some aesthetics reason, I would not be surprise if it falls into pieces as soon as he enters the room.
Another part that bugs me is that this swine keeps invading my personal space. Dude, fuck off. I don't need your germy hands all over my chair. Did I mention I was a hardcore germa-phobe? And stop talking to me like we're friends. Geezus. And stop walking around shirtless, no one wants to gander at your hideous and hairy flabs. You're not America's Nexy Top Model, put some clothes on asshole. Also, while you're at it, stop changing your underwear right fucking behind me, or around me for that matter, I don't want to risk accidentally turning around one day and bleed my eyes out.
But this is just scratching the surface. The best part happens when night comes. Remember the blast of air I experienced the first day I was here? Well, it seems to be a nightly thing now. I really don't know what the fuck he's been shoving his fat face with, but that shit stinks. It smells like death. Not to mention he farts every twenty minutes on a bad night. Can you imagine your world, your sanctuary being violated by gas pockets of shit that have traveled through the sphincter and out of a fatass' hairy anus. Well, I DON'T HAVE TO IMAGINE, I EXPERIENCE IT EVERY NIGHT. At the moment, my room smells like a mixture of shit and Febreze and thousands of other air freshening products. It's devastating. He turned this place into a shit hole, literally.
Sometimes, I want to tear his face off to quench my anger, but of course, why waste my breath, I can barely breathe anyway. This guy just pisses me off with his smell. AGH
In short, how do I deal with this guy. I've confronted him once, and I clearly said to his face, you smell like shit, shower more often. And it worked...for like two weeks. Should I keep reminding him? I mean, I can't do this.
HELP
I would request a room change, but it's apparently too late, even for next semester I think.
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			When I first arrived at my dorm, I was pleasantly greeted by my Residence Assistance along with my two roommates. They were both fairly quiet at first, but they seemed like cool people, but I mean whatever. Later that night, as I settled down for that evening, I said to myself, "man, this place is gonna be great." And as I was snuggling my blanket because my room had Air Conditioning (yeayuhz), about to enter a trance like state, a thunderous fart rips through the air like a fucking jet breaking the sound barrier. I was flabbergasted...but I brushed it off because, I mean, who doesn't fart.
A month later. Goddamn, was I fucking wrong about this place being great.
Outside, he seems like a jolly, friendly, average fat guy who is congenial towards everybody, and maybe even a little bit gay. But little did I know, this creature...this beast is a living hell, a walking bog.
Since my first day here, I have seen this guy going to shower twice. Maybe it's the clashing between my schedule and his, but his smell sure proves otherwise. I come home every afternoon, relax and rewind after an effortless day of class in my pristine and fresh room, it's all fun and games until he comes home. As soon as he walks in, an invisible rat that seemed to bathe itself in shit juice crawls up my nose and disintegrates. Remember Lephew? That cartoony skunk? Yeah, remember how he walks into a room, and a flower wilts because of the vile stench? If I had a flower on my desk for some aesthetics reason, I would not be surprise if it falls into pieces as soon as he enters the room.
Another part that bugs me is that this swine keeps invading my personal space. Dude, fuck off. I don't need your germy hands all over my chair. Did I mention I was a hardcore germa-phobe? And stop talking to me like we're friends. Geezus. And stop walking around shirtless, no one wants to gander at your hideous and hairy flabs. You're not America's Nexy Top Model, put some clothes on asshole. Also, while you're at it, stop changing your underwear right fucking behind me, or around me for that matter, I don't want to risk accidentally turning around one day and bleed my eyes out.
But this is just scratching the surface. The best part happens when night comes. Remember the blast of air I experienced the first day I was here? Well, it seems to be a nightly thing now. I really don't know what the fuck he's been shoving his fat face with, but that shit stinks. It smells like death. Not to mention he farts every twenty minutes on a bad night. Can you imagine your world, your sanctuary being violated by gas pockets of shit that have traveled through the sphincter and out of a fatass' hairy anus. Well, I DON'T HAVE TO IMAGINE, I EXPERIENCE IT EVERY NIGHT. At the moment, my room smells like a mixture of shit and Febreze and thousands of other air freshening products. It's devastating. He turned this place into a shit hole, literally.
Sometimes, I want to tear his face off to quench my anger, but of course, why waste my breath, I can barely breathe anyway. This guy just pisses me off with his smell. AGH
In short, how do I deal with this guy. I've confronted him once, and I clearly said to his face, you smell like shit, shower more often. And it worked...for like two weeks. Should I keep reminding him? I mean, I can't do this.
HELP
I would request a room change, but it's apparently too late, even for next semester I think.


 
						 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		
