I live with anormous liar of a fat animal
Yeah, it's 4 in the morning. I couldn't sleep, I had to do work. But, I also heard someone microwaving something about half an hour ago. It smelled a lot like beef. Or rather, it smelled EXACTLY like the family sized beef pot roast I bought and was keeping in my fridge. One single person is right now eating a family sized pot roast right this second in their room in my apartment. It just so happened that the roommate who I usually attribute to mooching off of other people's food comes out as I'm microwaving myself a snack.
When I asked him about it, and then stated that he and I are the only ones awake and that I heard him laughing his ass off a few minutes ago, he goes off the deep end and we end up getting in a shouting match. Some of the points he yells that it's just food (it's a portion of meat meant for a family, not a bottle of ketchup) and that the week before spring break, he didn't say anything about having missing bread or crabmeat or milk (if I remember correctly, the only bread that was in that fridge last week was mine, any milk I bought I keep in my personal mini fridge, and the crabmeat was something he whined me into buying) and tries to hand me $6 for the beef (incidentally this is what it costs), but I turned it down because I told him I didn't want him patronizing me. I told him that I didn't feel like listening to him practice yelling, and headed for my room with my snack, along the way he calls me a bitch. I suggest loudly in response that he should consider licking my taint.
Regardless of whether or not he did eat my beef, I'm gonna talk with the other guys this week about this. We all more or less hate him anyways.
Whoever it was, it was a pretty asshole thing to do. I was gonna eat that beef for 2 days.
When I asked him about it, and then stated that he and I are the only ones awake and that I heard him laughing his ass off a few minutes ago, he goes off the deep end and we end up getting in a shouting match. Some of the points he yells that it's just food (it's a portion of meat meant for a family, not a bottle of ketchup) and that the week before spring break, he didn't say anything about having missing bread or crabmeat or milk (if I remember correctly, the only bread that was in that fridge last week was mine, any milk I bought I keep in my personal mini fridge, and the crabmeat was something he whined me into buying) and tries to hand me $6 for the beef (incidentally this is what it costs), but I turned it down because I told him I didn't want him patronizing me. I told him that I didn't feel like listening to him practice yelling, and headed for my room with my snack, along the way he calls me a bitch. I suggest loudly in response that he should consider licking my taint.
Regardless of whether or not he did eat my beef, I'm gonna talk with the other guys this week about this. We all more or less hate him anyways.
Whoever it was, it was a pretty asshole thing to do. I was gonna eat that beef for 2 days.