Two practice bottles. Six empty beer bottles from when Kenya was over. Two full beer bottles from the six-pack I bought this morning.
A whole pack of smokes later and my hands are still shaking. I'm going to kill him. I want to wring his neck for being such a fucking stuck-up pretentious self-centered asshole and make him regret ever getting on my bad side. Then I'll get that asshole that pushed him to doing it and wring his neck as well. Fucking competition be damned. I'm not going to room with those two if they're going to be like this.
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Anyone got any tips on getting blood out of the carpet?
(ooc: Posted four am Sunday morning when Shishido finally decided to get off the roof and go to his room. He was flairing to calm himself down and ended up breaking a bunch of bottles so his floor was littered with glass and he cut his foot on it when he got back.)