((So class is open to anyone, but only the people who signed up are able to find empty desks. Everyone else can either stand in back to watch the debacle or drag chairs in from another room.))Homestar spent most of the morning trying to remember what it was he was supposed to do that day. He knew it had to be very important, but since it wasn't
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"Wait up!" she called, jogging after Ofdensen. "Can you believe that? What the heck kind of class was that?" She was all set to go off on a rant of possibly epic propoertions when she noticed the bandages. "Oh my goodness, are you all right?" she asked.
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"I don't know. At least the other professors make an attempt at competence." Clearly, he hasn't attended Homsar's class yet.
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"Professor? What's Santa Claus and the Terminator?"
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Though he expressed doubt that Homestar really meant five million words. Surely he meant five hundred.
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"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! Hasta la pizza, baby!" Homsar shouted as he blibbled over.
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"Hello?" he asked the...whatever Homsar was. "Would you like to work on the essay with me?"
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"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! I'll put the tag in your team! Kashooooooooo!" he replied eagerly.
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She looked around hopefully to see if she could spot her fellow leaver of anonymous notes. Not that she had any idea who that would actually be.
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He didn't know what the Terminator was, not having been a connosseur of twentieth-century Terran movies, but he did know a little about the ancient Terran belief in Santa Claus. And he was reasonably certain that nobody would know the difference if he made stuff up.
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