We goin to the finallls....
The Pacers are the biggest pieces of shit in the league. DETROIT WHAT
I almost got into a shouting match with my mentally challenged art history teacher today. She was harboring some sort of secret grudge against me for walking out of her class last thursday (when I almost passed out) and decided to make me rewrite this shitty packet she had us fill out at the DIA. Apparently 3/4 of the class followed my trendsetting ass and walked out after I had stumbled blindly out of the room.
I GOTS CLOUT MOTHERFUCKERS, PULLLLL
After explaining that I was sick and after the fact dawned on her that humanity is, in fact, a bunch of fucking lemmings, she decided to discount my absence. I'm sure it also had something to do with the fact that I looked like I was on the verge of death as I lurched out of "her" classroom. She tried to make the whole thing into some issue of etiquette (?!) and I wanted the conversation that followed to go something like this:
Retarded Teacher: Proper etiquette would have been to come see me before class and inform me that you were ill, Jeremy.
Highly Offended Me: For this to be about etiquette, ma'am, I would have to respect you, which I don't, you under-educated excuse for a supplier of knowledge
RT: Get out of my class this instant!
HOM: With pleasure, cunt snuggler*!
RT: incoherent shrieking noises as I set the overhead projector on fire and light a cigarette on the flames
* = Thanks be to Natalie for reading me old mad libs she'd filled out and coming across that "noun". A cunt snuggler is a person, place, or thing, is it not?
I almost got into a shouting match with my mentally challenged art history teacher today. She was harboring some sort of secret grudge against me for walking out of her class last thursday (when I almost passed out) and decided to make me rewrite this shitty packet she had us fill out at the DIA. Apparently 3/4 of the class followed my trendsetting ass and walked out after I had stumbled blindly out of the room.
I GOTS CLOUT MOTHERFUCKERS, PULLLLL
After explaining that I was sick and after the fact dawned on her that humanity is, in fact, a bunch of fucking lemmings, she decided to discount my absence. I'm sure it also had something to do with the fact that I looked like I was on the verge of death as I lurched out of "her" classroom. She tried to make the whole thing into some issue of etiquette (?!) and I wanted the conversation that followed to go something like this:
Retarded Teacher: Proper etiquette would have been to come see me before class and inform me that you were ill, Jeremy.
Highly Offended Me: For this to be about etiquette, ma'am, I would have to respect you, which I don't, you under-educated excuse for a supplier of knowledge
RT: Get out of my class this instant!
HOM: With pleasure, cunt snuggler*!
RT: incoherent shrieking noises as I set the overhead projector on fire and light a cigarette on the flames
* = Thanks be to Natalie for reading me old mad libs she'd filled out and coming across that "noun". A cunt snuggler is a person, place, or thing, is it not?