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Just remembered another Dr. F. tidbit. I think he was a tax protester of some description, since he parroted the old line about how there's no difference between paying taxes and being shaken down by the Mafia. I vividly recall my cringe five years later.
 
My step-grandmother.

I'm not going to go into too much detail, but she basically extorts my grandfather for the money he gets from his native american tribe because her son is a failure and a drug addict who always needs money to feed his shitty habits.

She also talks shit about my grandpa on facebook--and he doesn't have one of his own, so he can't stick up for himself.
 
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So I checked my college's website for an unrelated reason the other day, and judging from the fact that he's not on the faculty page anymore, it seems Dr. F. is no longer employed there. I wonder why? I'll probably never know why. But I choose to believe the reason is funny.
 
More Norman!

His mother is looking into rapid detox for him in Vegas. And he took 30 diarrhea pills for some reason. I don't know whether they are to stop or start diarrhea or if he took them to get high.
 
I'm generally wary of posting stories about personal lolcows from my secondary school, because it tends to get quite powerlevel-ly and I was probably considered a lolcow there in my own right but there is one person I think I just have to share here. This is his story.

To be fair, Roy has grown up a bit since leaving school but based on information I've heard from people who've met him recently, he still retains a lot of the qualities that made him such a laughingstock in his teenage years. The best way to sum Roy up is as a real-life, but less witty version of Jay from The Inbetweeners. Big ego, but very little to back it up except a stream of bullshit claims. He would constantly boast (totally sincerely) about how strong and cool he was and how every girl in the school fancied him. In fact, he was small, weak, socially-derided and most of the girls in school wanted nothing to do with him.

Roy was a classic example of a condition called Little Man's Syndrome (also known as a Napoleon Complex). This is when a small person behaves in an aggressive and socially-domineering manner to make up for their lackluster physical attributes. Roy fit this description down to a tee. In his first few weeks at the school, he did everything he could to give off the impression that he was tough and you shouldn't mess with him. To his credit, it worked. For a bit. After a short while though, we figured out he was nowhere near as tough as he'd made out and would have hilarious and futile chimp-outs under very little provocation.

Despite being found out, Roy still attempted to project the fact he was a hard man whenever he could, taking it to ridiculous levels. For one thing, he'd walk around with every muscle in his body tensed at all times. Not only did this result in him waddling around like he'd shit himself, it also meant he would regularly emanate grunts of effort which people would impersonate to annoy him. He also had a perpetual squint from the strain which resulted in people saying he looked Chinese which seriously pissed him off.

My school was a boarding school and I had the pleasure of sharing a dormitory with Roy for two terms, after which I was thankfully moved, so I got to observe a lot of his behaviour. Roy's habits in the dormitory included parading around the room in nothing but overtight underpants (because he believed he was the next Mr Universe) and commenting on how sexy he looked. This was an extremely unpleasant sight to behold because he was pale, had a pot belly and his back was covered in acne. Hilariously, Roy was extremely homophobic, yet failed to notice that there might be anything gay about what he was doing.

Roy also fancied himself a singer and every night, without fail during homework time, he'd stick on some rap music and sing along. Now there's tone deaf, and then there's Roy. Roy's singing sounded like the mating call of a peacock mixed with the dying screams of a water buffalo. It was murder on the ears. And yet, because he was such a narcissist and lacked any self-awareness, he believed his singing was beautiful and would engage in it at any opportunity. My boarding house had a singing contest and Roy decided to enter. I can't remember what song he performed but he turned it into a song and dance routine, and if there was anything worse than his singing, it was his dancing. The contest was judged by older students and for a joke they decided to put him through to the grand final. This meant Roy got to perform his routine in front of the entire school on a massive stage. As the teachers were keeping control he couldn't be booed off stage, but his performance was repeatedly interrupted by shouts of laughter. Eventually, he got so frustrated that he bellowed at the crowd:"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING WANKERS!!! I'M BETTER THAN ANY OF YOU SHITHEADS, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" and flounced off the stage. He got in a lot of trouble for that, but unfortunately it didn't stop his horrible singing.

Our school was very big on Rugby and Roy absolutely loved Rugby so this suited him fine. Now, I said Roy wasn't strong but he was confident and in school Rugby that counts for a lot. He was strong enough to make decent tackles and small enough that he could slip past defence so in his first year he managed to get on the First XV (the best Rugby team at the school). However, as people who peak young often do, he got complacent and in his second year he was downgraded to the Second XV. Most people when faced with this would probably get sad for a bit, but eventually they'd move on or realise that being on the Second XV wasn't so bad. Not Roy. He went into a full-on depression for a month and in that time convinced himself he was good enough to be on the First XV, the school just didn't realise it. So the First XV's first game of the season rolled round and the team were warming up on the pitch ready to face their opponents. All of a sudden, a wild Roy appeared and started warming up with them. It took the coach a while to notice that someone was there who shouldn't be there and he ordered Roy off the pitch. Roy made a face and stomped off. A little while later, the game had started and everything was going well. The First XV were winning and one of our players was running towards the touch line with the ball. He tried to pass it to the next player along when Roy appeared again, barged the player who was supposed to catch the ball out of the way and then failed to catch the ball. The coach went absolutely ballistic and spent a solid five minutes yelling at Roy. Once he'd finished yelling, he stalked away and Roy called after him:
"By the way, you're a shit coach".
He nearly got expelled for that one.

As to Roy's love life, it wasn't much to speak of. He was a Virgin throughout school (despite many claims to the contrary) and absolutely hated the fact he was. I'll have more on this later, but that's a general overview of the kind of person Roy was.

Okay, so that was the big picture on Roy. Now for some specific stuff.

Calling Roy stupid is probably unfair, because he wasn't. He was reasonably academically bright and had a degree of common sense, but his ego and lack of self-awareness often got in the way. He could be a bit thick sometimes and often wouldn't think things through before saying them. This frequently resulted in him either saying something stupid or stating the obvious.

To give some examples, my year at school went on a survival week trip to Wales where we were supposed to learn survival skills and other things which would only serve us in the unlikely event we ended up stranded in the Sahara Desert. One of the things we learned, which was actually quite useful, is how to hotwire a car. After the session where we learnt that, I was walking with Roy and he said:
"You know you don't actually need petrol in a car to drive it."
I told him you did need petrol, otherwise the car wouldn't go.
"Nah," he replied, "You can just hotwire it."
As anyone with even half an ounce of sense knows, hotwiring is a process that allows you to start a car without a key. It does not allow a car to run without petrol. Thankfully, Roy came to this realisation and never tried to hotwire his car when it ran out of petrol (not as far as I know anyway).

Some other pearls of wisdom from him:
"If a condom's shit, it doesn't work."
"Orange squash is basically water, with a bit of orange juice in it."

That second one ended up in the school magazine. I can still remember him yelling "Oh for fuck's sake!" when he found out, and threatening to beat up the person who put it in there.

His crowning achievement in stupidity was rather more special though (special being the operative word). Our school did a production of Abigail's Party. The theatre enthusiasts among you will know that Abigail's Party is a play by Mike Leigh, and an email was sent round advertising the production and the students who were involved in it. The girl playing one of the lead roles was called Violet and she was one of the most attractive girls in the school. Her and Roy had Chemistry class together and Roy had a massive crush on her (even though she had a boyfriend). They got paired up for an experiment and Roy saw an opportunity to chat her up, so he said coyly:
"So, are you going to the party?"
Violet looked at him, confused and asked "What party?"
"Y'know," Roy said, "Abigail's Party"
"Um, you do realise Abigail's Party is a play right?"
"Oh!" Roy said, realising his mistake, "Uh, yeah, yeah of course."
To Roy's credit, at a glance the play advert did look like a party invite, but it was still a pretty stupid mistake.

Now, most teenage boys are kind of perverted. You're becoming sexually aware, you're having strange feelings, your hormones are all over the place, you're going to get horny a lot of the time and have to relieve yourself. Roy, however, was a colossal pervert, even for a teenager. When he needed to wank, he either did it very publicly or made minimal effort to cover his tracks.

Thankfully, he never did it publicly while I was sharing with him, but the guy he shared with afterwards told graphic stories of him whacking off in broad daylight. That's not to say that when he tried to do it secretly it was much better. Although he was a pervert, he was quite incompetent at getting hold of porn, so his usual wank material was whichever big-boobed celebrity had been featured in the Daily Mail (which he read religiously). When he wanted to wank privately, he'd retreat to the toilet. After he'd finished his business, he'd leave whatever he'd been wanking over on the toilet floor so whoever used it next would find themselves greeted with a picture of Victoria Beckham in a low cut dress, sometimes with spots of some kind of fluid splattered across it.

Our school had a gym nearby which students were allowed to use. Roy went to the gym on a regular basis but he never seemed to lose weight or gain any muscle mass which lead us to wonder what he was doing there. On the one occasion I went to the gym, I found out.

Roy was going there so regularly because he knew a lot of the female students went there too, usually wearing very tight/skimpy clothing, giving him the chance to ogle them. The time I saw him there he was on a treadmill, going at slightly above slow walking pace, the reason being that there was a girl in front of him wearing tight exercise shorts doing stretches. Roy was so transfixed by her that he only snapped out of his reverie when everyone started laughing and pointing because he'd sprouted a massive erection.

Another time, one of the older students went to the gym and caught Roy engaged in his usual behaviour. When he first saw Roy, he was doing a wall squat (read: leaning gently against the wall), and staring creepily at a girl doing situps nearby.
"Alright Roy?" he yelled, "That doesn't look like much of a wall squat!"
Roy glowered at him, and shot back: "Wall squats are supposed to tense your muscles, and trust me, this fucking hurts!"
The older student ignored him for a while. During this time, two more girls came in. Roy saw them and moved over to the weights. The weight rack was positioned near a mirror and Roy picked up two 2KG weights and started ogling the girls in the mirror, hoping this would be enough to disguise what he was doing. The older student saw him and called out:
"Alright Roy? Checking out the girls, first over here, now over there!"
Roy shot him a filthy look and shouted back "Do you get some kind of pleasure out of doing this to me?!"

After that, he started reducing his gym visits. I'm sure there was no connection though...
 
Update on my cousin Jeffrey.

For those who don't remember, he's got a tendency to shoplift. "Doing his shopping," he calls it. Well, that reached its logical conclusion the other day when he got caught. I don't know the full story because I just got secondhand information, but he got let off easily because whatever it was he stole wasn't too expensive, and it was his "first offense." He did end up getting banned from the store, though (though only temporarily).
 
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I have a riveting saga for all of you. The background: basically one of my best friends I've known since we were kids was fed up with life at home and my mom and I decided to take her in and let her live with us (last summer). Since we were friends, we have both changed a lot. She is an "agender" fictionkin SJW now and has a horrible track record of insulting my friends, my mother and me on various social media platforms (usually accompanied by a shameless plug for her Paypal donate button). My home is like the Cold War and the way my former best friend's now abhorrent presence hurts my soul. Here of some tales of the one I will just call DG for the sake of anonymity.

For a while she was doing this thing where she would shit in my bathroom and not spray or anything after so the bathroom reeked of shit. But that escalated quickly. The story, as my mom's boyfriend recounted to me, is that in the toilet he found a fucking fat turd, and the little trash bin next to the toilet, a bunch of poopy toilet paper. Anyway, since then, every member of my family has found a gross log in my toilet at some point or another. I cleaned the toilet the other day and the very next day I found a coiled, sausage-like turd (the kind that looks fuzzy because it's sat there a while).

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This is the one that started it all. My mom yelled at her one morning to get her shit together, because she was acting rude toward my mom and just doing shitty things like not communicating well. This began the trend of the subversive Twitter posts every time this occurred, and they all pretty much look like this.
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There are also lots of outright lies, such as this and a posting on Snapchat accusing my mom of going through her belongings. In reality she got BTFO my mom's argument and decided to cry about it and make shit up to further her online presence. This also begins the trend of posting things about my family, such as the food my mom makes for dinner, and calling it a "white" thing (she is half Mexican). Which is bullshit, because my mom makes a lot of different kinds of food including Thai and Mexican.
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"I scared someone to death for no good reason but I'm the victim!" She has a lot of self-dx'd disorders including BPD, general anxiety and complaining about "dissociation." Whatever is in fashion on Tumblr at the moment.
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In this one I get called out for being naked in my own home. Note that I have gone from "friend" to "roommate." Bitch I'm not your roommate, because you don't even pay rent. Also when she says 4 people, she includes me in there, probably to exaggerate her point. (And for the record I don't "run around the house" naked. I make a 1-second sprint from the bathroom to my room, and I'm the first one up 99% of the time so I don't know how she noticed me. Also it's stupid to be offended by a naked body in a non-sexual context.)
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Finally, after yet another confrontation with my mom, she finally locked her Twitter, so that she can continue to bitch with impunity about the people that feed and house her. So this is the end of the Twitter saga, for now.
I have lots more stories that will unfold as time goes on.
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You can't just kick her out?
 
Alright so after a loooooooooooong hiatus I have returned from the front w/ more content about Harry. For a brief refresher Harry is this mouth-breathing, cardgame-playing, punk w/ Asperger's in my major. Spoiler'd once again, for tidiness.

First off, my class w/ him. So it's this writing intensive course on the history of games. So Harry sits in the front row of the lecture room, w/ me and my friend cuz he thinks we like him. Now this class requires a lot of note taking, but the professor keeps the information on the slides concise, and easy to keep up w/. No one has a problem, except Harry. Harry takes NO notes during class. In fact, he just shuffles his card decks, and plays out first hands. For the whole class, in the front row. In between making asinine, un-funny comments and trying to correct our professor. He's literally cheated off my friend for the every quiz we've had so far.

In fact, just this week we learned he has a paid note-taker for this class, appointed by the school. Knowing this guy he probably only got it to avoid responsibility.

BONUS: I'm also close enough to hear him breathe super heavy on his glasses to clean them, and it's horrifying.

Moving on, stories from classes that I don't have w/ Harry. Friends in a Japanese Language and Culture class tells me he spends the time in that class sperging about Amiibos (those plastic figures Nintendo sells for their games) and saying hella racist shit. A friend tells me just this week he referred to the Black Power Ranger as a "blacky" when referring to the racism jokes about Power Rangers. He also says stupid shit equating all of Japanese culture to animu and vidya. In front of the process. Who happens to be a Tokyo-native. Fuckin' unreal.

In another class he has w/ the same professor he just sits on the computer the whole time and looks up card game and anime shit. I've managed to sit in on the class a few times to use Illustrator on the computers. I enjoy it cuz the cool prof starts conversations and I get to hear what he and the smarter students get to say about art and shit. When Harry speaks up he manages to bring it back to hard his poor life cuz of the tism, and how he wishes people would just like him for who he is :c (a prick, but why should he have to change himself???)

So outside of class, Harry's still the same whiny, annoying fool as always. He's been getting into more arguments w/ his parents as of late, which is equal parts sad and funny. Even tho his parents are clearly enablers of his shitty behavior, they just want whats best for their son. He responds in kind by telling everyone how shitty they are and yelling at them over the phone. He actually get super rage-y and starts throwing shit.

Harry's also a massive hypocrite. Not sure if I ever brought it up before but he's Jewish. Of course, this itself isn't a problem, but he gets super touchy if you make a joke about Jews in front of him (even tho everyone in the lounge is generally in good moods about that kind of stuff when referring to one's own ethnicity/race) even tho he says super inappropriate stuff about people of every color all the time, and expects no repercussion. It got to the point when one of the cool freshman, who was jokingly referring to himself as a Nazi (he's German) and did the stereotypical Nazi jokes, in a fake German accent, Harry got super offended and wrote on Facebook about how he encountered a Neo-Nazi that day. And a "stereotypical Yu-Gi-Oh player". Who happens to be one of the freshman he doesn't like cuz Harry always antagonized him for being better at YGO, and calling Harry out on his bullshit. It's become something of a meme among the freshmen.

He also apparently writes his Facebook posts like his life is this epic saga of a mighty hero who slays dragons and slays damsels. Except he's just whining into an echo chamber about how hard life is being him, cuz he's expected to do what everyone else does, and he sucks at competitive games. That's it.
So that's a bit of the stuff that's kept Harry busy for the last couple of months. Hope it was worth the wait. Might come back w/ some more juicy content tomorrow night. For now I needs the rest.
 
Here's a minor one I have. I actually had a pretty decent one written up, posted, and then like 15 minutes later the French erased it. Oh well, I'll redo it soon. But for now, here's:

Jellybean

I live in a pretty rural area, not much to do or see. There's a bar maybe a mile from my house, an old timey saloon type thing, and my friends and I were about the only business the place got except on karaoke nights when people from town would fill the place. Since it's always fun to watch drunks try to sing, we'd usually pop in to check it out. Also, the DJs were a gay couple that dressed full-on like cowboys with the hats and all. They'd get more and more drunk as the night went on, then start bickering, and eventually start screaming and beating the everloving shit out of each other in the parking lot. Every time. So even if there's no shitty singing, there was always that.

We were all having a good time one night when a new guy walks in, 3 gorgeous women with him, he walks up to the DJs and hands them a piece of paper. They introduce him as "Jellybean". Dude was probably late 30s and looks exactly like Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys, just with a Hawaiian shirt and darker hair. The ladies sit down, music starts, and he just stands there doing this swaying, bobbing thing as he grips the mic and gets ready. Jellybean starts to sing. It's "Volcano" by Jimmy Buffett. He's right in time and keeps a good beat, but other than the knee bend he's doing, stiff as hell. Sings in a CWC-esque monotone. Pretty obvious by this point he's autistic or something.

Next song was "Bust a Move" by Young MC, and if it wasn't for the weird droney monotone he'd have been pretty damn good. Right during a break in the lyrics, he throws his arms in the air and screams "JELLYBEAN IN DA HOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUSE!" scaring the shit out of people near the stage,then finishes up, turns and walks straight out the door with ladies in tow, leaving everyone speechless.

It turned out that he'd actually do a tour of all the 5 or 6 area bars each karaoke night. He'd walk in, do those same two songs, then turn and walk straight out. Not drinking or saying a word to anyone. If he was allowed the time, he'd also do Tone Loc-"Funky Cold Medina" but I never saw that. He was a pretty big hit. Apparently the ladies were his caretakers at some sort of group home who used it as an excuse to go have some fun on the clock. I guess someone had a video of him doing his thing on youtube but he somehow found it and went apeshit and had it removed. It's been about 5 years since I've really gone out, wonder if he's still around?
 
I left a bad review for a chiropractor three months ago on Google. Now every few days he sends me a text wall on Google Hangouts full of failed doxxing attempts and begging me to take down my review nownownownownow. He doesn't meet the criteria to post here and doesn't deserve a personal army rally, but I get a cup of lol milk out of it sometimes.
 
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I left a bad review for a chiropractor three months ago on Google. Now every few days he sends me a text wall on Google Hangouts full of failed doxxing attempts and begging me to take down my review nownownownownow. He doesn't meet the criteria to post here and doesn't deserve a personal army rally, but I get a cup of lol milk out of it sometimes.
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This reminded me of an experience my parents had. Now, calling this guy a personal lolcow is a stretch as I never met him myself, but last year my parents wanted to get their piano tuned. So, naturally, they call up the best-reviewed guy in the area. With a bit more Googling, though, they found his name somewhere other than the review site... the sex offender registry. Yep, guy was a convicted pedophile. My parents, suitably creeped out, quietly canceled the appointment without telling him why, and I swear to God for the next couple weeks he called them several times practically begging to know why they canceled the appointment! Shudder.
 
Welp, I'm on my last quarter for this program and then I will get my AAS. My only class that I have left is Portfolio, which as you can probably guess is about how to build your portfolio as well as how to apply/interview for a job. At the end of the quarter, we present our final portfolio in front of a panel of professionals that are in the field that we are studying in.

Guess who's in my class? Big T! And he's just as cringy as ever. On the first day of class last week, we all introduced ourselves to the rest of the class and talked about what we want to do for our portfolios. Big T said that he wanted to specialize in character rigging because, and I quote, "It's not that common, it's more difficult, and it pays more." Keep in mind that in my last post about him, I mentioned that another student recalled that Big T slept through most of the one animation class that our school offers. He has also mentioned making a game at home, though I have yet to see anything of it.

Our class also uses Canvas, an online service for classes to make message board posts and submit assignments online. Each student has a profile page where we can make a short bio for ourselves. Most students don't really put anything there, but Big T did:

My like are, fan fiction, games, DND, the dark side (we have cookies.), working as team or being the team leader.
My dislikes, spicy foods, bad made game. (Like poor story, poor controls, and for online games DC or Lag in out of games.)
My dreams, to breath life back into MMO's.

Tomorrow is our second day of class (we meet weekly), so I anticipate that there will be more content in the next coming weeks.
 
Theres this woman on facebook with a massive hate-boner for Bernie Sanders and absolutely loves Hillary Clinton to a creepy-obsessive level and I'm reading her postsmore to see if she deserves a lolcow thread or something.

She thinks Sanders personally pays for and approves of internet trolls calling her a whore.
 
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Theres this woman on facebook with a massive hate-boner for Bernie Sanders and absolutely loves Hillary Clinton to a creepy-obsessive level and I'm reading her postsmore to see if she deserves a lolcow thread or something.

She thinks Sanders personally pays for and approves of internet trolls calling her a whore.
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Sounds like she has some potential. Keep digging and see what you find.
 
Some of you perusing the dA horrors thread may have noticed that I posted this thing earlier:
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You wanna know who made this thing? Ladies and gents, I present to you, Bauglir100.

Anyway, you might be asking how this brony/terrible artist has any relation to me. Well I've made it no secret that I'm a member of the Annotation Xperiment. And that's where I come in. Bauglir was a member on the group's forum for a long time (even before me), and recently, he was bitching about archiving our videos (Not a bad idea in theory, but next to impossible in execution when you take into account the amount of videos we need to work with, plus the uncompressed videos take up too much space on a hard drive). While at the same time begging to become an annotator.

Naturally, his behavior (summed up perfectly as either "WAAAAAAA! WHY CAN'T I BE ONE OF YOU?" or "FUCK YOU, I'M TOTALLY A MEMBER!") was far from welcome and devolved into a shitstorm between him and the other members. Including this little whiny post on the day after April Fools.
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(Fun fact, unlike some of the other members, his name never got changed back. See the topic itself for why).

Of course, all whiny things, must come to an end and he was banned. But not before complaining about being removed from the group's TVTropes page. Something he's still ranting about to this day.
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That first picture I posted, and his FiMFiction.net page were uncovered today when me and a few of the others were looking over stupid fanfiction.

Oh and fun fact, he tried to shill fanfic. And tried to get our group to join Doug Walker's little circlejerk (both of which were before my time, but still worth a mention regardless).
 
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For a while Roger was moved to working on the recycling crew, mainly taking care of the cardboard. The thing is that this brought out a new side of him that was only hinted at when I worked with the cleaning crew. Since I have my gerbil, I like to collect the little tubes so Elegance can have something to gnaw on. To be nice, Roger would find some in the piles of cardboard this recycling truck would bring over and hand them to me. The problem is that sometimes the tubes are too big or crushed up so when I tell him that I can't accept, he'd get really mad. And it was even worse when I was looking for boxes to store cleaned clothes in and the box he suggests or tries to hand me is too small or big.

I'd try to explain to him that while I appreciate his help, it is the wrong size and I don't have the materials to cut the really big, thick cardboard tubes that wouldn't fit in my gerbil's cage. He was just so enraged, claiming he was trying to help, won't listen to reason and would sometimes kick and smash boxes or sulk over the crushing machine as if he was about to cry, refusing to work. Eventually, he was moved back to the cleaning crew. Now I'm back to seeing the hyper childish Roger that sulks over things, exaggerates (he mentions how his mom constantly cheats at this Candy Crush-type game) and has massive childish moments.
 
My favorite cow - to some extend - is less a cow in the classic sense but more a spineless, wannabe SJW.

A while ago there was some bruhaha about some SciFi blog, run by a woman with a (legit) disability, which will become important later on. This blog features mostly books and movies with characters with a disability, which seems to be important for her for rather obvious reasons. Something I can understand and respect.

However, this blog had a guest blog post which was shot down by SJWs due to ableism, transphobia, misogyny, the usual buzzwords. Which I already found bizarre, but whatevs. The blog owner made a kow-tow, deleted the blog post, wrote some apology tweets and called it a day. Now the spineless, wannabe SJW retweeted the woman at first in full support, even throwing around the word ableism at everything is something she loves to do.

One of the worst "critics" about this blog post was a disabled woman, and here the difference is - again - important. She tweeted a lot of angry tweets, IN ALL CAPS, she is not a woman with a disability, or differently able bodied etc but DISABLED.

Spineless, wannabe SJW retweeted then the disabled woman even everything was in total opposition to the former retweets.

Spineless, wannabe SJW had herself backed in a corner, since she could neither call out the first woman with a disability since that would be ableism per definition, nor could she say anything about the usage of ableist language in the latter with the disabled woman, since again, ableism.

Spineless, wannabe SJW did what everyone would do in a situation like this, she deleted all those retweets and pretended it never happened.
 
So, there was this one kid that me and my online circle associated with. We didn't really like him, but we kept him around because he was fun to troll, and he was totally oblivious to the (obvious) fact that we all made fun of him. Unlike Khalid, this kid was probably genuinely too stupid to realize that we blatantly made fun of him. He was born in Russia, and his parents came over here when he was a baby. We'll call him "Dimitri."

Pretty much all signs pointed to Dimitri having a severe case of Asperger's syndrome, though he always denied having it. He was obsessed with DC Comics, Batman in particular, and he'd sperg out if you made fun of these fictional characters. He had a hate boner for Call of Duty, and this one time he got super pissed off when we told him that Batman was first in line to buy the new one that was just coming out at the time. Much like OPL, he was a PlayStation fanboy who hated the Xbox, so another one of his triggers was telling him that his boner characters had Xboxes (especially if they were PlayStation exclusive characters like Nathan Drake from Uncharted).

The way he talked about these characters implied that he genuinely believed that they were real people. One time, we actually said to him "you do know that these aren't real people, right?" He said yeah, but he hesitated a bit. Also, while he acknowledged that Santa Claus wasn't real, he seemed to still believe in the Easter Bunny. We asked if he believed in Santa and he said no. We asked if he believed in the Easter Bunny and he hesitated before changing the subject.

Periodically, he'd get mad at one person in our group at a time. He never hated us collectively, but every so often one of us would push him to his limit and he'd stop talking to that person for a time. Over Skype, the rest of us could talk to him in group calls, but if the one he was mad at joined, he'd make an excuse and leave (one memorable one was "I have to go, I have diarrhea"). However, he was stupid enough that whomever he was mad at just had to make another account and do a voice to talk to him again. He wouldn't recognize it. Example: He believed that one of my friends was a "Skype ghost" because he called himself one and whispered.

Oh, and he was about 16 or 17 at the time.
 
Sorry it's been awhile, but I have two small stories about Ms. Lavern.

So, a couple weeks ago, we were in our campus library doing some research for our Informative Speech. Before this speech, we did a Tribute Speech. She did it on Richard Prier and it wasn't awful, but it was pretty boring. Anyway, because I'm a suck up and adore Dr. Professor, I sat by her in the library. It was a GREAT decision. Lavern came up to her while we were talking and told her "my grade was only bad because the class hates me". Dr. Professor basically told her that that was bullshit, but in a nice way. Lavern then whined how she doesn't feel like doing better because we children hate her. We don't hate her, we just can't stand her attitude.

Her info speech was the worst one I ever saw. It was an interesting premise but it was executed poorly. She did it about collecting dolls. Please remember this woman is 40 so it was a little weird. She didn't cite any sources and completely missed the point of the Speech. At the start of her speech, we were quietly sitting and she started clapping her hands together and screamed at us to " SHUT UP CUZ SHE GONNA START". Anyway, Dr. Professor told her that was rude as fuck and never to start her Speech that way again since we were being attentive listeners. Lavern was not happy when she finished and Dr. Professor told her it was bad.

I'm going to try to record her persuasive speech.
 
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