He's fun, but he KNOWS he's fun.

Once upon a time there was a girl . . . let's call her Lambchop, LC for short. LC had many friends. She loved her friends and always tried to accommodate, help and love them as best she could. One weekend she volunteered to help one of her friends clean his basement. LC thought it would be a fun home project and saw her friend needed help in organizing his house for a future tenant. Let's call him Asshat.

When Asshat had called earlier that morning and requested LC bring her vacuum over, she didn't even bat an eyelash. She simply lugged and loaded.

LC was expecting a fun dinner and possibly going out to see a movie after a day of basement cleaning because Asshat had pinkie-promised her earlier in the week he would go to a movie with her after their day of cleaning, hauling, organizing and dumping HIS SHIT. However, Asshat rudely informed LC that he already had plans for the night, and not only did he not invite her, he paraded around in various outfits while she hauled boxes of his ex's shit outside for him. LC was starting to get annoyed. And not even annoyed at his appalling behavior and misplaced manners, but more annoyed at his ego and conceit, and complete lack of respect for our heroine, Lambchop.

(The story gets better folks.)

And to add injury to insult, after working with him for several hours and being ordered around, LC was hungry, and hoping to wind down and maybe get some yummy Chinese takeout. However, Asshat gave LC two choices: Burgerville or Pizza. (Yes really. Uh-huh, I'm serious. Really.)

After LC cleaned up their Burgerville meal and fetched her jacket, purse, and Cosmo magazine she told Asshat she was leaving, and he responded by saying, "I thought we were going to work more." LC gave in, took off her jacket, put down her purse and headed back downstairs as Asshat requested she move more boxes outside. As LC moved about 10 boxes up and down the stairs and outside, Asshat changed clothes 3 times, as mentioned above. By the time Asshat was done with his fashion show, LC had moved all the boxes outside. (As I re-read this, Lambchop sounds more and more like a fucking chump.)

The worst part of this story is that LC took it. She let him insult her in the worst way possible and did not stand up for herself. Lambchop decided to leave on the premise that, "Everything is fine." Even when both Asshat and Lambchop knew she was upset. Another "worst part" . . . he let her leave, and is probably enjoying his night and not giving it two thoughts, while Lambchop is bitterly typing away.

It dawned on LC that after two weeks of being taken advantage of, she really was, . . . pissed. (Travel back in time a week and Asshat ditched LC and one of her favoritest friends, Rhi in Pink to hit on 21 year old sluts.) Lambchop had gotten so comfortable with Asshat she had let her guard down and put him on a pedestal, and he had gone right ahead and taken advantage of that. A very savvy girl once told Lambchop about Asshat, "Be careful. He's fun, but he knows he's fun." LC had forgotten that warning, but after tonight . . . . she is very aware.