I should have gone to England with J. English wurrrd
Michael Schiavo,
I hope you get rectal cancer. I just saw your stupy face when msn.com loaded. Was that some faux wetness I saw glimmering on your conjunctivitis infected looking eye? Your fifteen minutes is over, maaan. You got your life insurance, now back up off the American Public.
P.S. If you can make a comeback is there a chance for Natalee Holloway? I hope so.
Dear Soccer Mom Ford Escort Driving Dude That I Saw This Morning,
No matter how far you lean your body over to the right while driving its still not going to change the fact that you're driving your Nana's old ride. Peace.
Dear College:
You have killed my passion for learning. I find you cumbersome and extraordinarily tiring. I am thinking of becoming a bio major, or a political science major, or your mom just so that I can salvage whatever love still remains in my being for the study of English. I find myself writing papers that I know are bullshit because your professors are concieted, self indulgent dopes who teach not to better anyone else, but to force feed their opinions as fact. To pass I must regurgitate their clouded views back to them. I hate them all. Congratulations, if this was your mission college, you succeeded.
I hope you get rectal cancer. I just saw your stupy face when msn.com loaded. Was that some faux wetness I saw glimmering on your conjunctivitis infected looking eye? Your fifteen minutes is over, maaan. You got your life insurance, now back up off the American Public.
P.S. If you can make a comeback is there a chance for Natalee Holloway? I hope so.
Dear Soccer Mom Ford Escort Driving Dude That I Saw This Morning,
No matter how far you lean your body over to the right while driving its still not going to change the fact that you're driving your Nana's old ride. Peace.
Dear College:
You have killed my passion for learning. I find you cumbersome and extraordinarily tiring. I am thinking of becoming a bio major, or a political science major, or your mom just so that I can salvage whatever love still remains in my being for the study of English. I find myself writing papers that I know are bullshit because your professors are concieted, self indulgent dopes who teach not to better anyone else, but to force feed their opinions as fact. To pass I must regurgitate their clouded views back to them. I hate them all. Congratulations, if this was your mission college, you succeeded.