I hate being a civil.
No I take that back, I hate other people being civils.
I hate how I am one of the three semi-competent, responsible, non-cheating people who plan on being personably responsible for the safety of thousands of people.
I hate how its 9:30 the night before it’s due and I’m talking online with my lab group leader and we have no idea when the idiot who is doing the Appendix for our report due at 8 am is going to send it to us.
Rabble Rabble Rabble.
Anyway, I thought this was funny, and isn’t it just so true?
It’s especially bad when you just think that they’re dead and have to club them over the head with a rock or boot.
...because then you get fresh blood on your new clothes.