Forty-five fucking minutes these fucking Mac retards spent planning this grand streak across campus. Loudly. In the hallway. Outside my office. At two-fucking-o'clock in the morning. They ignored two fucking warnings from me to get in their rooms and shut the fuck up or I'm writing them up. They ignored me. And ignored me again.
Oh no. You did not just fucking ignore your over-tired and pissed off porter.
So as part of the building turned out to welcome the returning frost-bitten pricks, guess who was standing at the front door and not letting anyone into the building until I checked their identity against my master list? Oh yeah.
There's just something about a pissed-off lesbian wrapped in a plaid blanket staring down a guy cupping his rapidly shrinking genitals in five below weather that says Christmas to me.
Do not fuck with me, you dicksicles. I am not in the fucking mood.
Context doesn't like being kept awake during the exam period. QWP.