Dec 09, 2008 02:09
OH THE INTENSE CHAOS OF LATE NIGHT FINALS WRITING, THE RAPTURE EXQUISITE INDEED
My tongue is floppier than a thirsty dog; I am slobbering on my final exam and calling it gold. Ah, Crusaders, with swords sharper than your rhetoric, away with you and your mignons! I care not for your troubadours to get their pomp on my paper, away with thee! And you, gentle-hearted Backstreet Boys, gliding through Pope Innocent III's chambers, what have you in your pockets? Empty them at once! No, I don't want to hear you say that you'd rather have it another way - this is Medieval Europe and we're ordering you to empty your pockets! Aha! Coffee beans. The Lord will put these to good use, won't you Lord. Yes, the Lord has a good coffeemaker, as endorsed by our peppy dude JC. (Now there's the true testament, all hail Caffeine, inducer of resurrection and enormous strength!) Now, Sire Nick, fetch me the author of Mainz Anonymous! Have him come to my quarters forthwith and riddle me secrets worthy of exceedingly high grades! Greatest condolences, good sir, on the atrocities witnessed, what awful blades you have seen - would you like a Toblerone? I have a couple extra chunks and the nuts always get stuck on my teeth.