Gah! Fucking Jack-Asses!
So it would seem that some jackass set Zimmerman Library on fire last night. From the sounds of things it was just the basement. First of all, I was nowhere near the library at the time ^_^
Gah! Fucking Jackasses!
But seriously, now the cops will have it closed until at least tomorrow, possibly longer. It’s the fucking week before finals. No one needs this shit. Plus, I can't afford to be out of work for a couple of days. I'm trying to pay for my summer classes.
Gah! Fucking Jackasses!
Therefore, who ever you are, whether you are an individual or an accident caused by an electrical shortage, or whatever is the causal factor behind the fire in my library, you can go fuck yourself. And don't give me that Humean horse-hockey that you can’t prove causation, but only infer it through custom and habit. I ain’t an empiricist. The causal factor, whether conscious or not, is a jackass.
Gah! Fucking Jackasses!
Now I have to go find somewhere else to write another paper. I should have brought struzzo’s laptop with me to write it. I can’t write a paper on a hallway terminal that doesn’t have w word processor.
Gah! Fucking Jackasses!
Grr. Grr, grr, grr.
Grr, grr, fucking, grr.
Mother Fucking Grr!
Muther Fucking, Cheese Dicked, Cock-Sucking, Mother Fucking, Cum Dumpster! Grr!
I am so not filled with Zen-ness right now. I’m going to go find some coffee!
Gah! Fucking Jackasses!
But seriously, now the cops will have it closed until at least tomorrow, possibly longer. It’s the fucking week before finals. No one needs this shit. Plus, I can't afford to be out of work for a couple of days. I'm trying to pay for my summer classes.
Gah! Fucking Jackasses!
Therefore, who ever you are, whether you are an individual or an accident caused by an electrical shortage, or whatever is the causal factor behind the fire in my library, you can go fuck yourself. And don't give me that Humean horse-hockey that you can’t prove causation, but only infer it through custom and habit. I ain’t an empiricist. The causal factor, whether conscious or not, is a jackass.
Gah! Fucking Jackasses!
Now I have to go find somewhere else to write another paper. I should have brought struzzo’s laptop with me to write it. I can’t write a paper on a hallway terminal that doesn’t have w word processor.
Gah! Fucking Jackasses!
Grr. Grr, grr, grr.
Grr, grr, fucking, grr.
Mother Fucking Grr!
Muther Fucking, Cheese Dicked, Cock-Sucking, Mother Fucking, Cum Dumpster! Grr!
I am so not filled with Zen-ness right now. I’m going to go find some coffee!