Tomorrow at 6:30PM. It will be my final class for the semester.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

cover yourself in rancid ham and eat raw eggs. they will remember you.

I remember a guy threw up at the front of the class once. Don't remember anything else about him, except that he threw up in class.

My last formal classes were a year ago. I've been writing test after test after test ever since. Demoralizing, isn't it?

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If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing.

One time in class I did my work.

One time I had to stand in a 1'-1' square at the back of the room for two weeks.

The teacher didn't trust me there so he moved me back to my desk. I was going for the semester :'(

..........

I am considering Phlebas, who was once as tall and handsome as I.

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What others say about boorite!

[Click to view comic: 'Mildly Perturbed Scientist']

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

I haven't been in school for over 4 years, but every week or so I have one of those dreams where it's exam day and I haven't been to class all semester and I know I'm going to fail and screw up my life.

Then I wake up in a cold sweat and realize that it's over, I passed, and I still screwed up my life.

/insert wah-wah-wah effect

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I has a flavor!

If you're anything like me, you'll have those dreams til you're dead, and maybe after.

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What others say about boorite!

I still have dreams about missing my bus to school, or deciding to take the bus instead of driving. Sometimes I just dream of being at the school for some reason, but realizing that I don't really have to be there, so I just fuck around all day.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

I love the falling dreams where you wake up and it feels like you just hit the bed.

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

I have hoes, in different area codes.

word.

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Can't you buy your own damned tool shed?

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Mediocrity at its most average.

Can't you buy your own damned tool shed?

Oh, c'mon. You don't want to keep garden tools around when you're out there drinking. That's how people get hurt.

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Use your weapons, they are designed to inflict damage!

GET OFF THE DAMN SHED!

And I said... That's not a shed. That's my wife!

*cue laughtrack*

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Destroying my reputation one post at a time.