I'm telling you all, procrastinating is the way to live. Not only does it get the adrenaline pumping, but it also... I KNOW there has to be another upside. Somewhere. This applies to SPCH class. Liz is going to kick my ass, but goddamn. I was sitting there, knowing the speech has to be 4 - 6 minutes in length, and I hadn't practiced once. Not one time, and I got 5 minutes. Niggggggggggggerrrrrooooowwwwwwwww. I'm a G. Insert the coolest nigga smiley face RIGHT HERE.
Actually.
There you go, mark that up as a new picture. I keep my promises.
Yes, I am cracking a VERY SLIGHT grin right there.
Fuck up if you think otherwise.
(So reusing this one later, had a different picture I was gonna put up, but I disliked it.)
Just had a quick convo with my brother as I walked upstairs to get some more SPAM fried rice. I see you hating on me son.
me: what you do today kid?
him: halo 3, i'm getting better.
me: oh, really? want to put a wager on that?
me: i mean, do you really think you're fuckin' with me?
him: noah, i would rock you hard. you steady talk shit.
me: i can back it up though.
me: you've seen the gameplay & reflexes.
me: at this point, I CAN'T EVEN BE CONSIDERED HUMAN !
him: yeah, but that's why you got put on your ass the other night.
him: fuck up, you soft.
me: .........
me: fuck you, i'mma go eat my rice.
(incoming female voice from the master bedroom)
moms: IF YOU TURN OFF THAT VCR I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU.
moms: AND STOP ALL THE CURSING!
[T_T ;]
Man, he got me there.
ANYWAY, back to tax day afternoon. Yeah, it's tax day. Didn't file your taxes, did you? I know about 4 of you fuckers right now are panicking about the IRS taking your assets. NEVER FEAR, I know you niggas have nothing of value they'd want. You're using a computer from 1992 to access the internet. Trust me, the IRS doesn't want anything to do with you.
So, I walk into Geography class at 2. Typical ass class really. Nigga passed back the South & Southwest Asia Location quiz. 13/16. Like I fucking remember which river the Brahmaputra River runs through. Bangladesh, if you were wondering. And this cat also passed back the North Africa & Southwest Asia Exam, that being the third one. 77/100. Not as good as I expected. Really fucked up on the multiple choice. I can't stand scantrons.
I digress. It's a typical day in Mr. Jeff Arnold's GEOG class, and we're taking notes. I lied, it is NOT a typical day. I am sitting in the front row, in the "spit zone", so I can see the board better. I admit, I didn't bring my glasses today. But people's heads are so goddamn huge anyway. Moving along, nigga is MAD strange by the way. So near the end of the hour lecture, he asks a question. Says that whoever gets it right will get a prize. At first, I'm mad reluctant to even ponder answering the question because in the past he was ready to give ot condoms for prizes. Embarrassment incarnate. So the new slide pops up on the screen from his powerpoint lecture, and it says "Indigenous Dravidian Peoples."
The question is -- "What does indigenous mean?"
THE ROOM FELL SILENT.
I'm like, should I answer? Fuck... may as well. So I mumble it under my breath...
"Synonym for original/native."
"That's right!", he exclaims. Tells me I won the prize. I'm expecting something gay. He pulled out something extra gay.
Yes, I am cracking a VERY SLIGHT grin right there.
Fuck up if you think otherwise.
(So reusing this one later, had a different picture I was gonna put up, but I disliked it.)
Just had a quick convo with my brother as I walked upstairs to get some more SPAM fried rice. I see you hating on me son.
me: what you do today kid?
him: halo 3, i'm getting better.
me: oh, really? want to put a wager on that?
me: i mean, do you really think you're fuckin' with me?
him: noah, i would rock you hard. you steady talk shit.
me: i can back it up though.
me: you've seen the gameplay & reflexes.
me: at this point, I CAN'T EVEN BE CONSIDERED HUMAN !
him: yeah, but that's why you got put on your ass the other night.
him: fuck up, you soft.
me: .........
me: fuck you, i'mma go eat my rice.
(incoming female voice from the master bedroom)
moms: IF YOU TURN OFF THAT VCR I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU.
moms: AND STOP ALL THE CURSING!
[T_T ;]
Man, he got me there.
ANYWAY, back to tax day afternoon. Yeah, it's tax day. Didn't file your taxes, did you? I know about 4 of you fuckers right now are panicking about the IRS taking your assets. NEVER FEAR, I know you niggas have nothing of value they'd want. You're using a computer from 1992 to access the internet. Trust me, the IRS doesn't want anything to do with you.
So, I walk into Geography class at 2. Typical ass class really. Nigga passed back the South & Southwest Asia Location quiz. 13/16. Like I fucking remember which river the Brahmaputra River runs through. Bangladesh, if you were wondering. And this cat also passed back the North Africa & Southwest Asia Exam, that being the third one. 77/100. Not as good as I expected. Really fucked up on the multiple choice. I can't stand scantrons.
I digress. It's a typical day in Mr. Jeff Arnold's GEOG class, and we're taking notes. I lied, it is NOT a typical day. I am sitting in the front row, in the "spit zone", so I can see the board better. I admit, I didn't bring my glasses today. But people's heads are so goddamn huge anyway. Moving along, nigga is MAD strange by the way. So near the end of the hour lecture, he asks a question. Says that whoever gets it right will get a prize. At first, I'm mad reluctant to even ponder answering the question because in the past he was ready to give ot condoms for prizes. Embarrassment incarnate. So the new slide pops up on the screen from his powerpoint lecture, and it says "Indigenous Dravidian Peoples."
The question is -- "What does indigenous mean?"
THE ROOM FELL SILENT.
I'm like, should I answer? Fuck... may as well. So I mumble it under my breath...
"Synonym for original/native."
"That's right!", he exclaims. Tells me I won the prize. I'm expecting something gay. He pulled out something extra gay.
My "prize".
Geez.
Don't look at the fried rice, I saw you cringe earlier when I mentioned it.
Geez.
Don't look at the fried rice, I saw you cringe earlier when I mentioned it.
Shit is like one of the plastic babies out of a King's Cake. For the people that don't know what a King's Cake is, shoot yourself. And if you're wanting to know what it is. I suggest you download that google search toolbar for Firefox with the quickness, because this blog is getting long.
Fucking teachers and their senses of humor.
3 comments:
Procastinating is not the way of life boo! And I love that picture
You bes so hood. SPAM fried rice. I'd try some and if I didn't like it, I wouldn't show it because I am a "G".
LMFAO @ Miles punking you out, You're soft, babes? Wow, you fail.
ROFLMFAO @ THAT PLASTIC BABY.
That can so be our first kid.
We can name it... Corey!
PWNED
Corey?
Shit reminds me of that pussy from 'Boy Meets World".
You will not be naming our children.
LMAO!
I knew your ass wasn't going to practice.
Ay uh..Noah, do you still have some of that Spam fried rice? Lmaoooo.
Btw, Corey is a cute name <3
But yahhhh dude, I'm totally taking Geography this semester and we're doing Southeast Asia right now.
-high five
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