I used to live with a lad who may well be the stupidest person I have ever met.
Not only was he vain (posessing a vast, grossly expensive array of cosmetics and grooming products that made my soap, shampoo and razor look like stone tools) and anti-social (blasting out the version of "Lady Marmalade" from Moulin Fucking Rouge at least twice a day, usually late at night after he'd got home from his shift as a phone-monkey) but he also had a total and utter lack of common sense.

For instance, if you lived in a house with four other people, where would you store your important personal documents, including bank statements? In a box-file, in a drawer, under the mattress? These were clearly not good enough for old smartarse, oh no. He stored them in the kitchen drawer, where just anyone could walk in and find them. And you know the phrase "don't shit in your own nest"? He clearly hadn't heard of that either, as he had a torrid relationship a new female housemate - despite the fact he was camper than the sleeping quarters of four Roman legions.

During my life, I've met many folk who weren't the sharpest tools in the box academically, but virtually none of them were that mind-bogglingly idiotic. But the most ironic thing? This lad was doing a degree in pharmacology (and, perhaps unsurprisingly, failed it in the end.)
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 0:30, Reply)