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roy romanow chatted me up this summer over pees at the taverna urinals.
something about the metric system and johnny cash.
he was drunk. me too, sort of.
today the old bastard paraded his wares in front of my political studies class. what a dee-lite.
for everybody else, i mean. i was barely electrified. i liked him better at the urinal.
i think that might have something to do with the fact that people generally lean away from self-congratulatory grandstanding when they're holding their penises. or i do, anyway. unless i'm alone. and wearing a mask.
today he was less interested in one point five-two meters high and rising and more into blathering about national unity and medicare and constitutional crap and all the other subjects no one ever seems to want to shut their fucking faces about. which brings me to my point: the problem with classes dealing with politics is that inevitably at some point, somebody from the common herd gets the impression that he's qualified to voice his opinion on something.
i very nearly shat in my tweeds when this absolute rube from vancouver started prattling nonsense from his table in the back of the class. between undignified slurps of coffee, the lowborn turd told roy romanow that he thinks a minority government is healthy for democracy. first of all, that's about as absurd as saying you think public schooling contributes to evolution, or that having sex with unwashed women is good for syphilis. secondly, why are you talking? i realize romanow isn't exactly an archduke, but the fact that those of the good breed permit premiers to run the lands they rule commands basic manners. even if the geezer is a known trade union sympathiser.
anyway, sorry to get all political, but hot damn. in better times, getting on the free and easy with the premier would end up in you being blindfolded in front of a firing squad. and then the firing squad would shoot you, and you would die and burn in hell.
something about the metric system and johnny cash.
he was drunk. me too, sort of.
today the old bastard paraded his wares in front of my political studies class. what a dee-lite.
for everybody else, i mean. i was barely electrified. i liked him better at the urinal.
i think that might have something to do with the fact that people generally lean away from self-congratulatory grandstanding when they're holding their penises. or i do, anyway. unless i'm alone. and wearing a mask.
today he was less interested in one point five-two meters high and rising and more into blathering about national unity and medicare and constitutional crap and all the other subjects no one ever seems to want to shut their fucking faces about. which brings me to my point: the problem with classes dealing with politics is that inevitably at some point, somebody from the common herd gets the impression that he's qualified to voice his opinion on something.
i very nearly shat in my tweeds when this absolute rube from vancouver started prattling nonsense from his table in the back of the class. between undignified slurps of coffee, the lowborn turd told roy romanow that he thinks a minority government is healthy for democracy. first of all, that's about as absurd as saying you think public schooling contributes to evolution, or that having sex with unwashed women is good for syphilis. secondly, why are you talking? i realize romanow isn't exactly an archduke, but the fact that those of the good breed permit premiers to run the lands they rule commands basic manners. even if the geezer is a known trade union sympathiser.
anyway, sorry to get all political, but hot damn. in better times, getting on the free and easy with the premier would end up in you being blindfolded in front of a firing squad. and then the firing squad would shoot you, and you would die and burn in hell.