And speaking of that, I can still see your lips moving, most probably you’re still babbling about how the world needs more people with an IQ above that of *enter lamest species name*. And while you try to monologue about that I’ll just take 5, and draw up a series of complex diagrams to determine how your speech is in any way related to our discussion of the Taylor Series. Oh, no, please, don’t pause, by all means continue, and perhaps the only reason the professor isn’t interrupting you definitely has something to do with his Mont Blanc making its way into his spine in a desperate attempt to make it through this class with at least his remaining 4 senses intact!
On a slightly different note, I’d like to apologize to my fellow mates for that obnoxious scene where they have to witness me chewing the end of my desk and roll my eyes, but it’s actually become a reflex by now. Come to think of it, I’m pretty certain that I’ve developed a liking to that nutty termite-ish taste. Although I spend most of my time in my little fantasy world reigned by petite women, large amounts of spandex outfits and leather whips...*err, what?*, I have to take some time off from my erotic/sadistic wonderland, and when I do, yup, you’re still talking.
Beside the boiling desire inside of me wanting to split you in half, I’m just going to nicely ask you in my imagination to quit smoking whatever it is that you puff on all night, or lend me that 200 DHS so I can finally get that monthly unlimited supply of Prozac. Oh and speaking of cash, since I’m paying about 21000 DHS per semester, I wonder if you'll let the professor speak a little about the cou...oh wait, why is he on the ground in a pool of blood and spinal fluid...? Ah, crap, that lucky son of a bitch!
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Until nest time amigos =]]
Nauman Sharif !
