No Shelter is the current 'Greatest Song Of All Time'
i ran out of gas today, i suppose the only good thing to come out of that was that i ran out of gas while getting chinese food...
i picked up the roots new album 'phrenology' yesterday....TIGHT...a rap group that plays their own instruments is like...what ive been looking for my whole life...that and a chick with DD's that thinks people who work in pharmacies are irresistible...
this chick who sits next to me in chem needs to stop breathing...im serious...i get there before she does, set my books down, go and take a piss, and when i get back...i have to have my right leg hanging out the table and into the aisle because one of us at that table weighs 452 pounds and has a body mass the size of Pluto...its ridiculous...she listens to her fucking headphones throughout class whilst dining on plastic baggies full of corn pops and her water bottle...its not so bad that she eats in class...but she cant breath through her mouth when she eats...so...you get the picture im basically listening to a fucking buzzsaw and learning about empirical formulas next to fucking Wilbur...its awful...not to mention the other day she kept fucking burping, non stop the whole fucking class and i pretended like i didn't hear it...she also smells like an Amish armpit...and i guess you guys are saying...why dont you just get up and move...well you see i wont, simply because either i was there first and i refuse to give up my territory, or i actually like it...
also...i think elevators in all public and private schools should be banned except for use by handicapped people...i was walking to my social problems class Friday in academic one and i was almost bum rushed by some guy screaming 'hold that elevator'...no one did...good im glad...it takes you so much fucking energy to make a mad dash toward the fucking elevator you cant use it to walk up a flight or two of stairs...Jesus Christ...get a life and get a fucking pair of walking shoes...
no doubt i see Wilbur getting of the elevator everyday...
that Arab chick in my chem class that i think has a thing for me has decided to move 2 seats up and sit at the table next to me...shes the type that tries to get your attention at any cost...the chick who talks really loud when youre around so youll look at her...i think its funny...but im also confused...i thought Arabs HATED to be around pig...not me...Wilbur
pulp fiction...
Jules: They're filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Sausages taste good. Pork chops taste good.
Jules: A sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie. I'll never know 'cause even if it did, I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I don't wanna eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense to disregard its own feces.
Vincent: How about dogs? Dogs eat their own feces.
Jules: I don't eat dog either.
Vincent: Yes, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they're definitely dirty. But a dog's got personality. And personality goes a long way.
Vincent: So by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he's cease to be a filthy animal?
Jules: We'd have to be talkin' 'bout one motherfuckin' charmin' pig. It'd have to be the Cary Grant of pigs.
i picked up the roots new album 'phrenology' yesterday....TIGHT...a rap group that plays their own instruments is like...what ive been looking for my whole life...that and a chick with DD's that thinks people who work in pharmacies are irresistible...
this chick who sits next to me in chem needs to stop breathing...im serious...i get there before she does, set my books down, go and take a piss, and when i get back...i have to have my right leg hanging out the table and into the aisle because one of us at that table weighs 452 pounds and has a body mass the size of Pluto...its ridiculous...she listens to her fucking headphones throughout class whilst dining on plastic baggies full of corn pops and her water bottle...its not so bad that she eats in class...but she cant breath through her mouth when she eats...so...you get the picture im basically listening to a fucking buzzsaw and learning about empirical formulas next to fucking Wilbur...its awful...not to mention the other day she kept fucking burping, non stop the whole fucking class and i pretended like i didn't hear it...she also smells like an Amish armpit...and i guess you guys are saying...why dont you just get up and move...well you see i wont, simply because either i was there first and i refuse to give up my territory, or i actually like it...
also...i think elevators in all public and private schools should be banned except for use by handicapped people...i was walking to my social problems class Friday in academic one and i was almost bum rushed by some guy screaming 'hold that elevator'...no one did...good im glad...it takes you so much fucking energy to make a mad dash toward the fucking elevator you cant use it to walk up a flight or two of stairs...Jesus Christ...get a life and get a fucking pair of walking shoes...
no doubt i see Wilbur getting of the elevator everyday...
that Arab chick in my chem class that i think has a thing for me has decided to move 2 seats up and sit at the table next to me...shes the type that tries to get your attention at any cost...the chick who talks really loud when youre around so youll look at her...i think its funny...but im also confused...i thought Arabs HATED to be around pig...not me...Wilbur
pulp fiction...
Jules: They're filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Sausages taste good. Pork chops taste good.
Jules: A sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie. I'll never know 'cause even if it did, I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I don't wanna eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense to disregard its own feces.
Vincent: How about dogs? Dogs eat their own feces.
Jules: I don't eat dog either.
Vincent: Yes, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they're definitely dirty. But a dog's got personality. And personality goes a long way.
Vincent: So by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he's cease to be a filthy animal?
Jules: We'd have to be talkin' 'bout one motherfuckin' charmin' pig. It'd have to be the Cary Grant of pigs.