He felte a thyng al rough and long yherd

How fucking obnoxious can one classmate be? This asshole begins the class (an intimate 45-ish medieval job, mind you) by eating intense-smelling food (Midnight Kitchen probably). Then he leaves his cell phone on the table, and the fucking thing is vibrating all through the fucking lecture. Now he’s laughing out loud at his own stupid inside-joke doodles, and he’s seriously trying to flirt with the girl next to him, in the middle of the goddamn lecture. God, I hate this guy. Fucking the Canterbury Tales is difficult enough to be interested in without this fucking jerkoff. [10 mins later] Now he’s fucking fast asleep. Catatonic. Reminds me of my four-year-old brother, making all this noise for attention and wearing himself out.

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