p.o.s.p.o.t.u.s.
the biggest piece of garbage that ever walked into a room
I saw the p. o. s. p. o. t. u. s. eating a sandwich at 3 a. m. in the lobby
The p. o. s. p. o. t. u. s. just texted me a picture of their dinner and it looked like a crime scene
I told the p. o. s. p. o. t. u. s. they were ugly and they cried