*Note: The title is in no way in reference to certain bed springs bouncing or a certain bed frame moving while two certain people are copulating. It is in no way in reference to any act in the name of extra-marital sin, nor in anyway related to any form of awkward situations with the other person listening to said imaginary, hypothetical acts.*
Lol… sin YEAH RIGHT!
So it’s friggin exam time again. Know what that means? Me neither… I was hoping you would. I hope it means playing video games, eating junk, and watching movies, ‘cause that’s what I plan on doing… (Mom- READ: I am going to the library 14 hrs a day and running while I am not sleeping, in hopes of attaining the desired grade level and making you proud of having such a brilliant son).
But in all seriousness, I hate exam time. The bros are in glasses inside, never shaving, smelling bad, and saying “broooooo” to each other way more than usual because their brains are too fried to say anything else. Bro becomes an adjective, a verb as well as a noun and whatever else you want to throw in there. For example: ‘Yo Brooooo, that bro was so BRO bro. You know bro? Like bro, that was bro.” Response: “BRO, I bro you bro bro. Bro bro yo bro!” And we all know exactly what said bro is saying to other said bro. So bro off bro.
The worst however comes from the young ladies whom suddenly stop showering, stop shaving, no copious amounts of make-up, and sweat pants. So many sweat pants. And I’m not talking yoga pant sweats… if I was I would be loving exam time so much more. Whoever invented those, I salute you for all man kind.
I’d insert a picture here but… it could make me seem like even more of a weirdo-perv boy than I actually am.So instead, I will argue the scientific method used to describe the correlation of women on campus wearing yoga pants to number of boners had/ sustainability of said boners.
Results are in- it’s quite the positive correlation… shit I did it again!!!!! (weirdness factor up you gutter-minded thespians!)
here: not what you expected but sums things up:
So exams… no. Video games! GIVE ME VIDYA!!! But… the totally not real and totally hypothetical squeaky-squeaky friends are sitting on the couch, watching MY big-screen tv thus prohibiting me from playing MY gamecube on MY tv so they can watch some dickbutt movie about some stuff unrelated to me playing video games.
The lorax- highly related
I am right in the middle of Metroid Prime 2: Echoes. So good. Hey Matt, fuck you, graphics mean shit when the game is awesome! That game is amazing you shallow whore (body being wracked by sobs). It’s harder than the first, has all the greatness of the first, better graphics, and more rewarding from the difficulty and fun of a long single player. What’s happened to games these days? They all seem to be on-line multiplayer against 12 years olds screaming about how they sodomized your mother in various explicit ways while having a single-player campaign lasting less than 4 hours even on the highest difficulty. What happened to games that would take you well over 10 hours to beat on your first play through? When you could have friends over and play side-by side for hours and not have the constant threat of your mother gagging on cocks screaming like a little girl in your ear (unless your friends are either assholes or are your very best friends and you say anything to each other… my friends are all dumb ********************** (You know I love my friends so much with that many spaces censored)).
well screw it.
Where was I? Sex, to exams, to video games… tranfsormers?
hey Michael Bay: go play in the middle of the road.
