Wow.
So last night, after coming home from work, having a 3 hour struggle with my printer, and doing my 15 pages of papers, i printed out my film paper, stuffed it in my notebook and said that it was done. And then today when i get to class, i look over my paper only to find the my page 4 is BLANK. Egad! I was so scared, as this paper was for the evil strict-as-shit teacher who doesnt allow people to get up and throw out their kleenex during class. Since he doesnt allow people to talk to him before class, i handed in what i had of the paper and talked to him afterwards. He said "I trust you. I dont know why. I shouldnt. But i do. Just give it to me next class."
How do you feel when the devil does you a favor? Do you say "someone up there likes me"? Or should i feel bad that such a mean and bitter man likes me? Or should i feel good? This is the only favor i have seen him do for somebody. Either way, if it is someone up there or down there that likes me, maybe the moral of the story is just to concentrate on the fact that SOMEONE likes me, and leave it at that. Thank you, oh unfathomable entity.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, that which we are all afraid to look at...
If you get this joke, i am sorry.
How do you feel when the devil does you a favor? Do you say "someone up there likes me"? Or should i feel bad that such a mean and bitter man likes me? Or should i feel good? This is the only favor i have seen him do for somebody. Either way, if it is someone up there or down there that likes me, maybe the moral of the story is just to concentrate on the fact that SOMEONE likes me, and leave it at that. Thank you, oh unfathomable entity.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, that which we are all afraid to look at...
If you get this joke, i am sorry.
