i'm a sophomore in college. i got blazed as hell tonight and came back to my dorm for a lil while. then went on a 25 minute walk. came back into my room, sit down grab a banana and post up on my laptop. it must've been only 90 seconds till i had my b1tch of an R.A. knock on my door. my room was clean. i appear to be sober. i know i'm in control.

*KNOCK*
Me: wait 10 seconds until another knock. "WHO IS ITTT?"
RA: *faintly*, "RA"
ME: "WHO?" (repeat 2 more times b/c I can't hear shit over my music)
RA: "RA Rachael"
ME: "uh alright hold on" (wait 15 seconds just to fuck with her)
Me: I proceed to fling the door wide open, maximize my set by posting one arm up against the door frame, and cross my legs in a very leisurely yet incredibly confident manner. I dominate the set and say, "is there a problem here, RA?"
RA: she submits and says, "the music was a little loud"
ME:"That's why i just turned it down; why the hell do you look so suspicious"
right as she begins to respond i interupt her while maintaing constant eye contact, "This conversation is over, were done here" and close the door.


My point here gentlemen is that, this RA happens to be a lesbian. Just IMAGINE how turned on a HB10 would have been if she was treated in a similar fashion.