Ok, so some of you will read this and say "This mother fucker is a dumb as a bag of bricks!". But what kind of dumb fuck carries bricks in a bag? So Fuck You!
This is about my roommate, the douchebag. He's a special kind of douche the depths of which i am only sure to be amazed by time and time again. This one takes the cake for sure. Here goes.
She's a real nice girl from what I can tell, not particularly smart and a solid 5 on a scale of 1 - Savannah (my girl). Works 2 jobs, 20 yrs old, lives at home. They used to work together at her night job and she never really liked him. The first time we all hung out was on karaoke night where I had planned to sing but chickened out like I always do, but this isn't about me. Sitting outside on the patio, stainless tables, silver painted steel chairs, mural of jazz music across the alley, HPS street light. We all make casual conversation about the usual things; people we know, work, the singers, etc.. He's the kind of guy that tries to fuck everything with a vagina and most of the girls he talks to are the kind that respond to being treated like shit, not how I roll. Around midnight I was gettin tired and I had to be at work around 6. He tosses the keys to me and I fall asleep in the car waiting for him. He comes sliding up to the car, 4 door Blazer, and has that look that he gets when you just say to yourself "This guy is a douchebag", and that little laugh "hah-heh!". He tells me that she refused to come over to our place because it was late and she had to be home, so he forced himself on her. And when she tried to get away he would just pull her back and kiss her more. 
This dude was 2 shots from being a rapist. 
While en route to the pad he asks to use my phone, to call her. He begs her to come over, to which she declines. He says, "Why? What do you thinks gonna happen?" she replies "I didn't even want what happened to happen!". LulZ! Aaand scene.
(side note, he used my phone for 3 hours until it died that night, plugged it in wrong and broke the charger, then used it to look at porn.. that fuckin thing is close to my face alot, not cool)
Now that the stage is set, I'll skip to the present.
Being that she is no doubt insecure for some reason, she decides to continue talking to him. She hasn't fucked him yet and that's pissing him off. I suppose he's getting tired of trying so hard and getting nowhere.
After she gets off of work tonight it's planned for her to come over and drink with us. He has already asked her if she wanted some Xanax, and by the way he was proclaiming its medicinal properties I gather that she said "NO". This genius has the brilliant plan of slipping the pills in her drinks in the hopes that she passes out giving him the opportunity to, for lack of a better term, rape her in her drug induced state.
Luckily, as of just now, she isn't coming over.
Now here's the part where you call me a "Stupid son of a bitch". Should I warn her about what she's getting into? Would she even listen? I've had to learn alot of my life lessons the hard way with no outside help, but i can't see myself not doing anything about this. I'm just not sure about what would be the best way to go about this. Some girls like the abuse. 
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