Disrespect For One's Gift

This year I requested for a brand new laptop as my old one I had for years. I can't remember how long I've had it... nearly several to ten years or so. It still works, but the fan had been rattling so damn bad it was an embarrassment when I had to bring it to school with me. I remember how the first time I asked for one Mr. Porker & his wife tried damned their hardest to avoid getting me one... making up all sorts of excuses about how I would stay in my room all the time & never wanna come out. I knew just how pathetic of an excuse twas as they always known I had been staying in my room away from them for years. So if doing art wasn't keeping me busy then staying on my laptop would be a new excuse for them to complain about me always wanting to "seclude" myself from the family. I want my solitude after all... 

So this year I asked for a new laptop for my birthday. I was expecting more bullshit complaints from Mr. Porker & his wife, but surprisingly they didn't give me any scat for once. The only problem was they couldn't figure out which one to get me & they were only gonna go for the cheapest store. They got me one alright... an Acer. When I first saw it I was thinking (omfg not another fucking Acer those computers are absolute shit.) 

Mr. Porker told me if I didn't want it they would take it back & bring me with them to pick my own. 

"Try it out first."

He said. So I did. I wasn't expecting much from it & didn't think twould even work well with my Steam games. My Steam games... I thought well, if it works with most of those Steam games I had payed for that didn't work on my old Dell laptop then I'll keep it. Sure enough the games that didn't work actually worked. So I kept the Acer laptop. 

A few weeks later Mr. Porker gets drunk stupid as hell & decides to give hell, as always... I haven't even had my new laptop for a month. I go to the bathroom then came back, only to find... a sock, sitting, on my laptop keyboard. 

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So I picked it up to investigate it hoping twould not be what I was expecting. Guess what? Twas, only worse. Twas a balled up fresh sweaty sock that still reeked of sweaty feet. As I questioned my brother about it he told me he found one on his laptop too. Now I know that pair of socks are only worn by either my brother or Mr. Porker, & I know my brother isn't some stupid cheesy prankster unlike other people. He obviously gave away that these socks were not his. Soon enough Mr. Porker popes out of the restroom & stands there as if he were expecting something. I ignore him & get a few paper towels, soap detergent & some water & get to cleaning my laptop right away. Eventually Mr. Porker up & left not without giving us a one of his shit eating grins. 

"I threw the other one away in the trash in the garage..." 

My brother says. I did the same, but thought, then again... I'm sure Mr. Porker wouldn't be missing a pair of socks, as he has way too many. Yet never thought sweaty socks being burned would reek that badly. Yes I threw them in the fireplace & burned them. Afterwards I had to light some incense to get the stink out of the house. I suppose since Mr. Porker was that drunk he was too lazy to get out of bed even if he did smell it. That is what happens when someone show such disrespect for one's gift.