So I call up mat and I says, lets go out, he says no way, I got a rash. I say rash? what are you talking about rash, he says I got this thing called pitty rosea, well it sounds much more scientific than that, so I’m using the phonetics. I ask him whats is it? He says, I don’t really know, its not contagious, I say yea seriously, you don’t go out, you don’t really have contact with the outside world other than class and the occasional best buy trip.
Soo now I’m sitting here 3 days later, hanging out with him, you know, spending time with my friends, and what does the F*cker do? he wishes this viral thing on me, and I’m like wtf?? He says, I want you to feel my pain, I want it documented. I told him fine, why don’t I just publish a story about how this fucked up thing happened to you.

Its not contagious, no one knows how you contract it, its kind of like it probably just picks you and decides to infect you. So I said, you know what mat, God has to hate you, he picked you to have this rash!!

Poor f*cker, hes just sitting there with little dots all over himself, hehe more dots, and just sitting home milking it for all he can.

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