can you say kill info? today was our presentation for our info project. the teacher behaved like a incorringible, extremely retarded, superbly ridiculous, utterly confirmable arsehole- interupting every now and then to question you. wot happen to common courtesy of 'please post all question at the end of the presentation'. apparently, he is unmannered. and how to deal with unmannered arses?
first, steal the parade commander's sword and poke his butt. secondly, hang him from the passing helicopter and do the 21 bullet firing. thirdly, squeeze the bloody thing into the cannon. fire it and it'll land in a splattered mess. lastly, string the splattered mess into a flag and hang it infront of your school so everyone can do the dance 40. it's not really worth the effort to waste an entire post about this so let's move on. we had pizza for lunch, quite yummy i dare say. and to top the extra cheese, we had a superb time yakking about utter pointless bollocks. - and the day toiled on at lab with us trying to karyotype and then it ended with a massive piss- on the way out of school, towards the FSM block, we met miss teh who was driving. she gave us a lift- pass the walkway, down the slope, over the crossing, all the way to the main gate- we still had to cross over to get to the bus-stop but IMAGINE all that distance we didn't have to walk, woah' anyway, stupid things happened in the car and on the way home, loads of it. i have no energy to type, laughing at our retardiness is a blow out job. my eyelids are getting heavy, they are closing ching chang zing zang bang shut.
