Surprisingly, I have the will power to continue day two of my blog which has never happen before.
If you are reading this very message, it could either be:
1. You're a pathetic fool that has an orgasm at the sight of my name
2. My shit is your bread and butter.
Enough of the trash talking. Guess I should talk about my day which started like any normal day. I went to school (yes I'm a minor but I know all there is to know) like any other kid, attending classes taught by unmarried men and women in their 40's.
Imagine dating a teacher, she/he would be constantly telling you," Oh David~ that isn't the females reproductive organ, its just the lubricator for sexual purposes only." Practical beats theory after all.
Why would a kid be interested in his/her teachers, why would they bother making out with a child who barely knows the difference between transsexual and an intersexual? I bet you're googling the latter. Kids are boring for starters, you'd end up marking some horrific homework or consuming large amount of coffees as they try to climbed onto your bed or even putting on a condom.
*Note condoms don't come in children size since its pediatric<< Right?. 5 years old can't get pregnant.
They say that a teacher may not remember every single student but the teacher will always be remembered. Screw that! teachers are to teach the uneducated, they practically made you. The structure of the male/female reproductive system was taught to you by a teacher, (don't say porn did, because your teacher taught you the word porn not to mention all you'll ever learn is how to say "YAMETE" in practically every single language) I'm sure you lads wouldn't want to be reminded of your 10th grade teacher who wore Holister to school and who just so happened to be extremely poor to the extent of not owing a single pair of underwear and whose income is so little that she wore a loincloth to school. "At least she wore something, its just that her non-Asianic breast size broke the boundaries of the loincloth which made her the ideal school CLEAVAGE!" when making out.
Back to narrating my day, it wasn't so great, saw some stuff that made cry...
End of blog.
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