How dare you text Kirby, demanding she pick you up from the hospital because you got fucking king hit trying to break up a fight between boys more than double your size, when we had to leave for the airport in less than an hour. So out of pure concern for you we call your fucking parents and you get fucking mad at us for ‘getting them involved’. I’m sorry but if I was in hospital I’d want my mum to know, whether I was fried or not! So also out of pure concern, your mum gets on her way to pick you up, for you to fucking call her and say that ‘my housemates are crazy and don’t know what they’re talking about’.
For you to get in a car with the dickheads who are the reason you got hit, who don’t even have the decency to drop you to our house, so you walk all the way down the main road dressed like a fucking hoebag.
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!?!?!!
Sorry guys, rant over.