Fucking Twat

I'm about tired of a trumpet player at my school. I won't be using any names for the purpose of not beinng sued. We'll just call him Fucking Twat. He believes that he's entitled to whatever he wants because he has a job and is contributing to society. Fucking Twat called me jealous today as if I have something to be jealous of. He can play trumpet, big fucking whoop, I don't want to play trumpet. He's not even that great at it either, the fucker got fifth chair and he thinks he's the greatest trumpet player ever. The words that come out of his mouth make me want to puke sometimes. He has a job. Great, he makes a minimal contribution to society by providing menial labor to his boss. The prick is either still working at the fucking auto shop down the street, or he got fired and is now working at a fast food chain. Auto shops don't do much besides take your money and run, and fast food chains produce shitty burgers and possibly fish or chicken. If he works at neither, what other jobs could teenagers get? Fucking Kroger jobs? Yay, you stock the shelves or serve customers. Why the fuck do I care? Onto to his amazing ability to bring others into his ring. Less and less people are on Fucking Twat's side now. He's got his fucking lion tamer at his side, but the ringleader's isn't doing too well. He's got his lion tamer and the fucking circus freak that stands close to his side only for attention. So what's left to be jealous of? He has the band director ignoring his obvious stupidity, but I don't need that because I'm not fucking stupid. Anyway, Fucking Twat thinks he's great, and there's nothing that will change that.