First time I've been angry in 8 months. (Rant) My peace has been unsettled by the fat cow that is my gf's sister. She couldn't fucking walk 10 minutes and decided to butt fucking bridge burn relationships turning my gf into a sobbing mess for her own fucking retarded prideful vengeance. Long story: As background I am full time student and I work 30 hours a week on top of that. I value my time a lot, I don't waste it except to post on voat or watch a show once in a while. I find the occasional day to spend with my gf, and usually we work on our mutual hobbies. Yesterday my gfs mom asked us to drive her beetus-riddled fat shit sister to university. No fucking thanks its my day off. She can take a bus. Anyway we HAD to apparently, and not only that but wait around for an hour for her class to finish and then drive her back.  So fine, we found a nice restaurant we could go to for that hour for lunch. Its about 10 minutes from the university. Since the parking would be FREE I figured, ey we can park there, tell the fatty to walk to school then maybe pick her up. No problem right? I mean for fucks sake I'm sacrificing 2 hours of my time and gas money right!? Right!?! NOPE NOT RIGHT. Fucking fatty calls her mom who then calls my gf and chews her out. My gf explains and her mom says "oh okay that's fine. She can walk." But no fatty didn't like this. Once we get close to the uni its bitching and moaning. No respect. No respect for someone doing this favour for you. So I said "negotiate with (my gf), if you offer her something nice I could be persuaded to drop you off right at the uni". More bitching and moaning. So I said fuck it, pulled into the resturant and told her to fuck off. My gf begged me just to drive her to uni and because I had a soft spot for her I did. I drove the fatty to her class. Waste of my fucking time. Because of traffic it takes just as long to drive as to walk, but fatty can't fucking do the two foot shuffle for ten minutes. Anyway almost ruined my lunch because dealing with bitchy lard face. We get a text she found a different way home. Good. Good riddance. We go home. Nothing happens until late at night when I get a call from my gf sobbing and shit because apparently fatty beetus-hands went nuclear (right after I left obvi, so I couldn't defend her). Now her parents think I'm an asshole and I have to apologize. I feel the fucking fury of a thousand suns.  I'm not one to get angry but now I want to wring the necks of some fucking lardy walrus-bags and shit down their necks. Whatever. I don't care if someone wants to pick a fight with me. Yell at me, beat me, kick me, stab me, whatever. I don't give a fuck. Fatty could have went nuclear at me, I would have stopped that shit real fast. Goes after my gf after I leave. Low. Real fucking low.