I'ma murder me a French fry.

So it's the last presentation of my undergrad career and this stupid French f*ck in my group decides to be a f*ck*ng moron and not read a single email we've ever sent him, including one from me which included which part of the presentation was his responsibility. SO! I get up there and do the bit I was assigned, which is the section that he wrote. Needless to say, it made no sense so I had to spend a lot of time reworking it to be applicable because this other girl in the group wanted to present over the section I wrote. So I finish and hand it off to him but wait.. what's this? He's just sitting there. he throws his hands up in the air and says "I have nothing to present, that was my section". NO. NO YOU DUMB F*ck, IT WASN'T. OPEN YOUR F*ck*ng EMAIL SOMETIME AND PRESS THAT LITTLE LINK TO DOWNLOAD THE POWERPOINT. If you do, I think you'll notice your name in ALL CAPS on the slides you were supposed to present over. So p*ss*d I cried. Thank you, French fry, for being utterly useless and trying to throw me under the bus just because you weren't prepared. laissez-faire motha fucka.