If there's one good thing I took away from the bar tonight (bc it wasn't that great of a night. total sausage fest, the dj wouldn't let me sing skid row on karaoke, creepy dude and his creepy uncle stalking me and my hot friend), it's the term "Obeast." Live it, love it, learn to avoid them. This kid was clearly talking about a fat chick who was gross and nasty and he wanted far away from her. If I wasn't already peeing on the toilet while reading his desperate BBM to me calling this chick an OBEAST, I would have pissed my pants. I want to use this term daily. I mean, we can all find a broad who this relates to. You know, the tubbs who's thinking she's looking foxy out at the bar in her tight jeans and rolls hanging out over her sweater, trying to cover up her oozing acne with a bandaid that's actually a strip of bacon.... ugh ew. i'd be more disgusted actually if I didn't just put down an order of dunks hash browns and a few leftover doritos.........
............... wait!!!!!!!!!!! am I turning OBEAST??????? brb gunna vomit up my late night snacks.
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