RTTP: Thesis or Feces?

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Only took him three years from getting caught as a high school kid jerking it to make Sargeant.

Two points,

1) I have been watching this place for long enough. I'm like Gmork about to execute a lupine takedown on Atreyu, but with my amazing pulsating brain instead of with elite fangery. And that scene where the horse drowns in mud was fucked up, no matter who you are. And what kind of fucking elementary school has an attic filled with skulls and wolf heads on pikes and also a bunch of dirty mattresses, and stores the key right next to the door?

2) You saved the carpet from an enormous stain, but I mean really, what do you do with a plate of vomit? In my experience, you just stand there in shock, the surge of triumph fading into a horrifying realization. And then the bottom of the plate starts getting hot in your hand, as if the broth of the vomit is seeping through the glaze and sintered clay and spreading through the creases on your palm. It wouldn't be so bad if it was your own vomit, which has a certain piquant familiarity like potporri in a cat lady's living room, but when it belongs to the sag-hag who lives beneath you, who you invited to your party out of misplaced pity, it is unbearable. It's like peanut butter mixed with Miracle-Gro, steamed in a floppy sack and then delicately folded into a heap of maggoty nachos.

I'd hit that man-chick like a coked-up Rocky at a meat packing plant.