didn't you get the memo?
man, i update so often. it makes my fingers hurt and bleed from all the typing.
ANNOUNCEMENT: Wing Night on January 3rd. this is the celebratory wing night for the triumphant return of one, Daniel Arndt. this is a manditory wing night. and an official wing night. the usual rules apply. 3$ tip minimum.
that aside, it' almost christmas, which means that i have to rant about something unrealted to christmas.
firstly, people who fail a calss,a nd take it agian, are NOT allowed to talk and complain about the class, while they are in it. if you are a bloody moron. pay the hell attention so you can graduate. i dont want to hear any idiotic ramblings such as "aaaaahhhnnnn me-an i don wann copy notes, i fuggin hate this calss, its so stupidnnnn." yeah. pump my gas you block head. but wait you need to graduate before you can do that. i don't want someone who can't pass global pumping my gas. moron.
oh, grade tens? grow the hell up. if i have to hear anyone in art calss talk about porn and fart, then im going to so some serious smacking upside the head. shave your pubes? don't discuss it in class. you goddamn idiots. whats this? the teacher turns her back? what do you do? fucking moron says: "throw some balled up paper at some kid across and risk hitting the guy who is just look for an excuse to level some idiots so he can just do his damn work?" yeah. that's right. you win. wait, maybe if you ad zeds in the middle of words, or wizzle to the end, you'll pass the calss with top marks. nope. this time you are wrong. you'll just piss me off. although im being hastey when i critisize you people as a whole. there are some grade tens i rather enjoy.
walk faster. you know who you are.
thats it for the rants for now. wait. i lied.
Merry Christmas. why? BECAUSE IT'S GODDAMN CHRISTMAS. i hate political correctness.
now im done.
sidenote: we have snow in the jolly land of Nova Scotia. but i hate driving on it. thank god for my co-pilot Dan Mac. and his ever so watchful eyes. and skid detecting ass. such a fine ass.
Chad has applied for infantry service. this means that he might have to go to Afghanistan or Bosnia in 2007-08. poop. don't die.
Adam Corolla Project finally on tuesday. fuck yeah.
courtney is sick. get better soon. i love you.
goodbye.
ANNOUNCEMENT: Wing Night on January 3rd. this is the celebratory wing night for the triumphant return of one, Daniel Arndt. this is a manditory wing night. and an official wing night. the usual rules apply. 3$ tip minimum.
that aside, it' almost christmas, which means that i have to rant about something unrealted to christmas.
firstly, people who fail a calss,a nd take it agian, are NOT allowed to talk and complain about the class, while they are in it. if you are a bloody moron. pay the hell attention so you can graduate. i dont want to hear any idiotic ramblings such as "aaaaahhhnnnn me-an i don wann copy notes, i fuggin hate this calss, its so stupidnnnn." yeah. pump my gas you block head. but wait you need to graduate before you can do that. i don't want someone who can't pass global pumping my gas. moron.
oh, grade tens? grow the hell up. if i have to hear anyone in art calss talk about porn and fart, then im going to so some serious smacking upside the head. shave your pubes? don't discuss it in class. you goddamn idiots. whats this? the teacher turns her back? what do you do? fucking moron says: "throw some balled up paper at some kid across and risk hitting the guy who is just look for an excuse to level some idiots so he can just do his damn work?" yeah. that's right. you win. wait, maybe if you ad zeds in the middle of words, or wizzle to the end, you'll pass the calss with top marks. nope. this time you are wrong. you'll just piss me off. although im being hastey when i critisize you people as a whole. there are some grade tens i rather enjoy.
walk faster. you know who you are.
thats it for the rants for now. wait. i lied.
Merry Christmas. why? BECAUSE IT'S GODDAMN CHRISTMAS. i hate political correctness.
now im done.
sidenote: we have snow in the jolly land of Nova Scotia. but i hate driving on it. thank god for my co-pilot Dan Mac. and his ever so watchful eyes. and skid detecting ass. such a fine ass.
Chad has applied for infantry service. this means that he might have to go to Afghanistan or Bosnia in 2007-08. poop. don't die.
Adam Corolla Project finally on tuesday. fuck yeah.
courtney is sick. get better soon. i love you.
goodbye.