Cat
Month
by: JackOfClubs
Well, Cat Month is almost over. No more formaldehyde odor in the halls, no more lumps in the tacos. Mmmmm, Kitten McNuggets.
Graduation Projects: WHAT’S THE DEAL?! Just more $#!+ to waste your time. Got a job? Significant other? DITCH ‘EM! You’ve got to go read to the ungrateful kids at the local library, you slob! Blow your last precious days of immaturity bathing the elderly. Come on, everybody’s doing it!
I am still not a big fan of the gag reflex.
I can’t understand why the math teachers expect you to buy a 90 dollar calculator and then get mad when they catch you playing Pac-Man on it during class.
And speaking of Pac-Man, if any of you have an old cabinet you’d like to unload, I’d gladly trade one or both of my legs for it (well, not really). Seriously, fun used to be four frames of animation and one button. Where did those days GO?
One more thing: Despite the fact that it saves gas and you can fit eight people into it, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you thug it out, the Ford Taurus wagon just ain’t cool.
Next week: complaints about Roger Moore.
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