It's story time!

During first semester of Senior year I was in an English class that sucked....made me want to cut myself (And I think I did a couple times...nobody said a thing as I left a trail of blood down the hall....)

But aside from all the sad and depressing emo shit.... there was a boy in that class..He's been in my same class since Mr. Staple's in 4th grade.... He would call the teacher a "DILDO!" and shout profanities on a regular basis... Sometimes we would team up to make "Echoing fart noises" to drive the teacher insane...

He taught me three lessons in life...
if you can team up, your goals will be easier to achieve...
Look for the humor in life, even if it is totally profane, immature and rude in nature...
If there's no humor, don't hesitate to make your own. It's hard for somebody to punish you when they are too busy laughing...

I ran into him today.. He's in the same (Community) college as me. He said he's taking Glass-Blowing classes so he can learn to make his own bong..