kachiroubas
A greasy Greek twerp with the face of a used sock and the soul of a sad pizza
I had to sit next to that kachiroubas on the bus and it was like being tortured by a pizza ghost.
He cried at my graduation and it was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.
He texted me at 2 a. m. and it was just 'hi' and a photo of his cousin’s pet chicken.