i need a good word

...to describe that anus of a woman. today, my group (consisting of Shivon, Pradeep, and i) presented at the YPI finals of our school. we were up against craptacular competition and it was somewhat obvious which charity and presentation ought to win the five grand. we went in with hope and smiles that were soon to be crushed (like Ms. Q's testicles under a truck's tire). it turns out Ms. Q (the teacher that i am currently waging a war against in a just fight for freedom from idiots) would be one of the three judges on the panel.
long story short, Romero House -- totally deserving and in need of the monetary grant -- lost because of, and solely because of, Ms. Q's position on the panel of judges. the woman representing the organization sponsoring this whole YPI thing personally came up to our group and said something along the lines of:
"Personally, your presentation touched me the most by far, and if it were up to me, you would've won but one of the other judges -- the stupid one, you know, with the sex jokes -- has a personal beef with you, Carl, so that's why poor refugees and their families have to suffer now. Sorry." [italics mine... c'mon, her face implied it. i read her like a book.]
and now i simply must rant and rave about that cursèd wretch of a person who simply must make my period twos or fours a living hell of idiocy and revolting sexual puns coming from a middle-aged, laughable woman with emotional and/or mental issues. but she can't stop at that, oh heck no. open unprofessionalism just won't cut it for her. she's got to go out of her way to get involved in things that don't concern her at all just to screw Romero House over, all in hopes of getting back at me. what for, i've not a clue. oh wait, that's right, i did well in her class without paying attention to her stupid teaching. i also write well and thoughtfully with a hint of spice, and for these, Romero House simply must pay the price. it all makes sense now.
idiot woman. i hope she sleeps well tonight, knowing that refugees somewhere can't afford a damnèd repair for a wall or a new window or a solid roof over their heads. what a jackass of a person she is.

i know, i know, i sound bitter and angry. the truth is, i am. a little at myself for not sucking up and being a teacher's pet -- wait a minute, heck no, that kind of living is spineless and despicable. i just hate to see innocent people screwed in places they shouldn't have to be because of one ignorant and unreasonable halfwit's decision to be a total butt munch.

note: if you read thus far, i would like to reward you with a little musical treat courtesy of my bro, Adwin. click here for a completely original piece written just for Romero House. as if.