Rhonda Douchette...or whatever:
An Impartial Observer...I guess
Disclaimer: Everything in this entry was written by Rhonda, a fellow zookeeper who frequents our apartment because....well I do not know why. Probably because she is lame. Enjoy.
You have read “manly confessions”. You have read “haus sport facts”. Somewhere in between is the truth. And here it is...
Let me explain my role in this fiasco. Matt was my friend first. But then I met Jesse and traded up. Until I got to know Vanessa- at which point Jesse was demoted to #2...much like how my favorite beverage was Busch beer...until I discovered Sam Adams. Anyway, I spend a lot of time with these numb nuts. Needless to say I know them both very well- probably better then they know themselves. The key to having a successful relationship with both simultaneously is selective hearing. My earballs simply cant handle all the nonsense. To give you an example, as I am writing this Matt sashays over to the fridge, opens it, and pulls out an empty Coke box. Why would anyone hog refrigerator space with an empty Coke box? Jesse. What other single man would care? Matt. These two have enough issues to make even Dr. Phil's head hurt. Two words can describe both of them...overcompensation.
Matt says some really harsh shit about Jesse. What you may not know is that he says harsh shit about everyone. He hands out insults to his friends like a pedophile hands out candy on halloween. Its just who is he is. By publicly outing everyone's faults, he keeps his own faults out of the spotlight- or so he thinks. The bottom line is most of us just don't care about Matt's faults, so he is just wasting time when he could be doing something constructive , like applying self tanner to his calves to diminish that retarded rubber boot tan-line he's got going on.
And then we have Jesse. Jesse is totally overcompensating his heterosexualness. At the risk of someone, ANYONE questioning his heteroness because of this domestic partnership he peppers every conversation he has with “banging chicks”. He talks about it so much that Matt has taken it upon himself to pimp Jesse out to some lucky lady. This is just crazy. Matt knows about as much on what straight women want as Corky from life goes on does.
Together, these two are as magical as a trainwreck. Regular terms one can hear at any given moment from these fucktards are as follows...”Daddy”, “Love you”, “Hi Boo”, and “I need another drink”. And while we are on the topic of drinking...this apartment has single handedly saved no less than 13 people from alcohol poisoning. How? Because they drink so much that there is none left for anyone else.
And the fighting...oh my god, the fighting. Some of it is enertaining. Like Matt throwing Jesse's bowling trophy over the balcony because Jesse disobeyed one of Matt's house rules and wore his slanket outside of the bedroom when company was over. “I warned you Jesse!!!”...boom...over the side it goes. Some of it is bizarre- like why is there chocolate cake all over the kitchen floor? And some of it is just plain awkward- like “FUCK YOU-WE ARE DONE! DONE! I HOPE YOU DIE!” oh wait, that was Joey, not Jesse...but you get the idea.
So which blog do we believe? The bottom line is that both blogs are exaggerated to the point that they are bordering delusional. Except for Jesse and his obnoxious TV habits. Every bit of that shit is true.