MOONSHINE: Why do people bring other people into my classes?
So today the...large...guy that doesn't know how to use a belt (thank heavens for that, when the power goes out we just have him lean over the table and we do our work by moonlight!).
Well, he brought his girlfriend into class. She didn't sit near him. She sat BEHIND ME. She was almost as large as him. Now, that's all fine and well, but when you have to get up every 15 minutes and eat something, there's a problem.
What puffy hair-in need of conditioner- ate in 3 hours:
1) vending machine latte
2 snickers
1 package of salted peanuts
1 bag of doritos (or as the instructor would say: DOOR-RITOS)
1 bag of m&m's
A bagel that has been there since may with cream cheese--I don't know how this works
a fruit cup
a ice cream bar
And what me and my friend burst out laughing at: A DIET PEPSI
This was almost as bad as when Arizona (named after the shirt she was wearing) brought her 11 year old brat into my intro to psychology class because she was mis-behaving at school. Yes, she told us about this. And how her baby daddy's brother is homosexual, her pitbul hates men, and her uncle was schizophrenic.
Anyway, Moonshine is the same guy that wanted my number so that he could call me and we could study over the phone. Yeah, right, I don't want to impede on you while you smack your rotting teeth into some stale Starbursts.
It's a good thing I didn't because one of the other people in my class said he gave him his cell phone number and he calls 5 times a day now. My solution to the problem was to hide in the stairwells because Moonshine doesn't use stairs--he uses the elevator. And you can't get service in the stairs--I've tried.
Well, he brought his girlfriend into class. She didn't sit near him. She sat BEHIND ME. She was almost as large as him. Now, that's all fine and well, but when you have to get up every 15 minutes and eat something, there's a problem.
What puffy hair-in need of conditioner- ate in 3 hours:
1) vending machine latte
2 snickers
1 package of salted peanuts
1 bag of doritos (or as the instructor would say: DOOR-RITOS)
1 bag of m&m's
A bagel that has been there since may with cream cheese--I don't know how this works
a fruit cup
a ice cream bar
And what me and my friend burst out laughing at: A DIET PEPSI
This was almost as bad as when Arizona (named after the shirt she was wearing) brought her 11 year old brat into my intro to psychology class because she was mis-behaving at school. Yes, she told us about this. And how her baby daddy's brother is homosexual, her pitbul hates men, and her uncle was schizophrenic.
Anyway, Moonshine is the same guy that wanted my number so that he could call me and we could study over the phone. Yeah, right, I don't want to impede on you while you smack your rotting teeth into some stale Starbursts.
It's a good thing I didn't because one of the other people in my class said he gave him his cell phone number and he calls 5 times a day now. My solution to the problem was to hide in the stairwells because Moonshine doesn't use stairs--he uses the elevator. And you can't get service in the stairs--I've tried.
Originally Posted by redgoober4life
Well that's ok, saggy-pants Dale will be too busy eating his phone.
My apologies to all Dales on the forum, but that's just a name that screams loser to me. Just from personal experience.
Originally Posted by qtiger
Dale?
My apologies to all Dales on the forum, but that's just a name that screams loser to me. Just from personal experience.
My apologies to all Dales on the forum, but that's just a name that screams loser to me. Just from personal experience.
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