The Plague of Stupid Continues
I carefully chose a new seat in lab to escape the idiots from lecture. The guy next to me spent 30 minutes on a 20-question open-book quiz. The plague of stupid continues.
The Plague of Stupid
First day of chemistry. The person next to me hadn't heard of the class schedule, didn't know what a graphing calculator was, and had eaten an entire curry for lunch in an enclosed room.
Pump Your Brakes
Recently, I needed to have my truck fixed. It so happened that the tow truck driver who arrived for my roadside assistance knew a guy who could fix it for cheap, and more importantly, do the repair that afternoon. Great!
Miss Me, Miss Me Good
It is 2014, the dawn of a new year and everything is going great until I get a text out of the blue that disrupts my calm… it’s a text message from mr horrible. What does he have to say to me? Something stupid about how he misses me and he wonders if I miss him. Dude, no.
Studies Show Textbook Douchebaggery Causes Irritation
Mr. Horrible accidentally texted me instead of his girlfriend. A smiley face he never once sent me in 14 years. That about covers it.
