defeat.
Fine, Charles Dickens, YOU WIN.
I can't read Bleak House. It is 989 pages of pure, senseless, bullshit. I don't care if Zach says it turns into a cool murder mystery. That should have happened BEFORE page 500.
I loved Great Expectations. Tale of Two Cities was ok. But you're pushing it here, Charlie. Pushing it. You really should have stopped while you were ahead.
Although, Dickens was really the only author of his time that was rich because of his writing. Probably because he got paid by the word and usese SO MANY TO SAY ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
Fucking. DOUCHEBAG.
I'm going to go to your museum house and PEE ON IT. Uh ok, not really. Maybe I'll spit on it or perhaps just stomp heavily on the doorstep or something. Hoping to break something. But I am NOT finishing this piece of crap book, Charlie. You win.
I'm going to tear you to shreds the second I am certain we're done with you, Bleak House. You stupid money hungry whore, you. I already ripped some pages out, which pains me seeing as I do love books so much. But I am not adverse to burning to. Or um, leaving you on my bed at the end of the semester with a GIANT KNIFE THROUGH YOUR HEART.
The best way to read Dickens is to not read him at all. So I QUIT.
And I KNOW you're Charlie the Poltergeist, and I would appreciate it if you would stop haunting our flat, kthxbye.
I can't read Bleak House. It is 989 pages of pure, senseless, bullshit. I don't care if Zach says it turns into a cool murder mystery. That should have happened BEFORE page 500.
I loved Great Expectations. Tale of Two Cities was ok. But you're pushing it here, Charlie. Pushing it. You really should have stopped while you were ahead.
Although, Dickens was really the only author of his time that was rich because of his writing. Probably because he got paid by the word and usese SO MANY TO SAY ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
Fucking. DOUCHEBAG.
I'm going to go to your museum house and PEE ON IT. Uh ok, not really. Maybe I'll spit on it or perhaps just stomp heavily on the doorstep or something. Hoping to break something. But I am NOT finishing this piece of crap book, Charlie. You win.
I'm going to tear you to shreds the second I am certain we're done with you, Bleak House. You stupid money hungry whore, you. I already ripped some pages out, which pains me seeing as I do love books so much. But I am not adverse to burning to. Or um, leaving you on my bed at the end of the semester with a GIANT KNIFE THROUGH YOUR HEART.
The best way to read Dickens is to not read him at all. So I QUIT.
And I KNOW you're Charlie the Poltergeist, and I would appreciate it if you would stop haunting our flat, kthxbye.