FremenOMG TWO IN ONE DAY?!
June 28th 2009 06:28
My hate for all caps is only overshadowed by my hypocritical tendencies towards things I really hate.
Yeah, I'm not sure if you are just spill over from tennis5.com, or you genuinely like me ranting about nothing, but I'm leaving.
I'll be back on July 2nd. Hopefully.
Seriously though, I'm coming back then, and will not post until then, so for those of you who enjoy what I think is a pretty damn funny blog (*laugh here bastards*) (I did not steal that from late night television)
(ok I kinda did...)
Anyways, disregarding incomplete sentences, wrongly phrased phrases, and clauses/parenthetical statements which in no way are grammatically viable, I have a bit of a funny story.
So, my friend likes to tell this story of how he met me. This is how he says it:
"I remember back in Sixth grade when I first went to Speech and Debate. I saw a lonely Indian kid and I decided to sit next to him. After that, it was all over".
(I'm the "longely Indian kid).
I've finally gotten revenge on that oversized man whore. At HIS grad party, in front of all of HIS family and HIS friends (I knew like 8 people there, legitimately), I gave a speech. I started it out by saying that I was not in fact, a girl names Swathi (long story [not really, I'm just lazy], and in case you haven't figured it out, I am a dude) , I went and did THIS:
"So, I remember when I first met Sakman (I said his real name here, but I'd rather not divulge in things like that on the intertubes since it's filled with pervy men who hit on little boys). It was my first Middle School Speech and Debate meeting, and he was sitting in the back in the middle. I remember seeing this lonely Indian kid, and I decided to sit next to him. We became instant friends and did a lot of things together over the years...BLAH"
And THAT is how you pull a 180 bitches.
Read, observe, study, memorize, lick, and learn.
Wait. Ignore study, I didn't mean that. That was dumb of me...
Yeah, I'm not sure if you are just spill over from tennis5.com, or you genuinely like me ranting about nothing, but I'm leaving.
I'll be back on July 2nd. Hopefully.
Seriously though, I'm coming back then, and will not post until then, so for those of you who enjoy what I think is a pretty damn funny blog (*laugh here bastards*) (I did not steal that from late night television)
(ok I kinda did...)
Anyways, disregarding incomplete sentences, wrongly phrased phrases, and clauses/parenthetical statements which in no way are grammatically viable, I have a bit of a funny story.
So, my friend likes to tell this story of how he met me. This is how he says it:
"I remember back in Sixth grade when I first went to Speech and Debate. I saw a lonely Indian kid and I decided to sit next to him. After that, it was all over".
(I'm the "longely Indian kid).
I've finally gotten revenge on that oversized man whore. At HIS grad party, in front of all of HIS family and HIS friends (I knew like 8 people there, legitimately), I gave a speech. I started it out by saying that I was not in fact, a girl names Swathi (long story [not really, I'm just lazy], and in case you haven't figured it out, I am a dude) , I went and did THIS:
"So, I remember when I first met Sakman (I said his real name here, but I'd rather not divulge in things like that on the intertubes since it's filled with pervy men who hit on little boys). It was my first Middle School Speech and Debate meeting, and he was sitting in the back in the middle. I remember seeing this lonely Indian kid, and I decided to sit next to him. We became instant friends and did a lot of things together over the years...BLAH"
And THAT is how you pull a 180 bitches.
Read, observe, study, memorize, lick, and learn.
Wait. Ignore study, I didn't mean that. That was dumb of me...
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