As I was writing a myspace comment a few minutes ago, I heard stomping coming up the cold, concrete stairs outside my window. It was a distinct stomping, the kind that is sort of unnecessary when going up some steps. I knew this stomp, I knew it well, for I have listened to it for months now every Sunday night at midnight. The stomping was coming from none other than one of my roommates, Jalal. Jalal is an interesting fellow, you see. He’s going into pre-med, but a month ago asked me if he should put his broken iPod in the pre-packaged and paid box that was sent from Apple days after receiving a complaint. Now, I’m not one to complain about people with a lack of common sense, I’m well known for being a complete retard in the area of common sense. The difference here is I’m going into Spanish, Jalal is going into medicine. Do you want a guy to operate on your heart that doesn’t realize when you complain about a product and then get a fucking prepaid box to ship the product back in, it is for shipping the product back in.

Now don’t get me wrong, Jalal is a nice guy. He’s just…shifty. I mean, you can’t exact trust a guy that throws his used toilet paper in a trash can beside the toilet. But then again, Sean and I could have been really up shit creek and we could have gotten a drug addict or something.

As you can see on Jalal’s shirt, he is 100% Palestinian, and his about me section in facebook consists of only 2 sentences, the first being “Palestinian and can’t ask for anything better ;)” Now that’s a pretty subjective statement to make. I’m going to guess that winking face at the end of his sentence is a shout out to all them ladies out there in State College.

First, maybe someone COULD ask for anything better, it’s not like you are fucking banning them from asking.
Second, women don’t like to date men who throw their toilet paper in a trash can.
Third, women generally like to date men who view them as equal citizens in their country.
Fourth, you let a bunch of Jews steal your land.

Seriously…