So, if you're ever in Integrated Science/History and you're watching The Shawshank Redemption, don't yell out "What the hell" when Warden Norton shoots (SPOILER ALERT!) Tommy...also don't say "Son of a bitch" in regards to the Warden because your teacher will hear you and give you a stern look.
Trust me. It happened...to a friend...
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Example 2
Just a tip for all you lovers out there: be careful what you write on an ex's wall.
If you see on Facebook that it's your ex's birthday, don't write him asking him if he remembers all the good times you guys had spent together. It gets awkward.
Happy Holidays, townies.
If you see on Facebook that it's your ex's birthday, don't write him asking him if he remembers all the good times you guys had spent together. It gets awkward.
Happy Holidays, townies.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Example 1
Still in my newborn state of blogging-ness, I already have made a stumble. I recently wrote on a fellow comrade's blog CRAZY COOKIN' (cookinfothewin.blogspot.com):
"slamma jamma
bro, youda bestititit"
Suffice it to say...I'm not black.
P.S. Is this a plug for a fellow blogger?....how dare you....but, like check it out....
"slamma jamma
bro, youda bestititit"
Suffice it to say...I'm not black.
P.S. Is this a plug for a fellow blogger?....how dare you....but, like check it out....
Guten Tag, Yuppies
Did I axe just said that? Shet! Why? Why? Why? Why? See that's the thing about my life: I say a lot of dumb shet. And it's not surprising that sometimes I have to pay the physical consequences...right, Richard Dreyfuss? But sometimes, I get away with it and live to experience another beautiful, sunshine day. Now, this may seem to you totally not worth your time....
But what does matter is that I'm not alone. You too can also marvel at the dumb shet I say and admire your own lives because you don't have to cope with your own word diarrhea...see things like that. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth, right? Shet, I just did it again.
So for better or for worse, I decided to write this all down, maybe gain a little sympathy. Because when I'm on my death bed and I look back on my life, I can tell my great-great-great grandchildren who are sitting next to me terrified by the life support tube stuck down my throat, that, yep, I actually just said that shet.
But what does matter is that I'm not alone. You too can also marvel at the dumb shet I say and admire your own lives because you don't have to cope with your own word diarrhea...see things like that. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth, right? Shet, I just did it again.
So for better or for worse, I decided to write this all down, maybe gain a little sympathy. Because when I'm on my death bed and I look back on my life, I can tell my great-great-great grandchildren who are sitting next to me terrified by the life support tube stuck down my throat, that, yep, I actually just said that shet.
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