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Monday, June 15
SOLID AS A R-AHMADINEJAD
There was no way my Monday would be in anyway interesting if I didn't use that as a title. Thank you.
Yesterday it kicked in that I don't ever have to go to school ever again. I mean, unless grad school becomes an option. But after reading this (via douchebag circle jerk), it doesn't look like I'll need it. Fucking. Schweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
Giving yourself tough love doesn't mean using a gag ball when you're all alone.
Went to yet another grad party--The Tony's, to be exact--last weekend and there was a toast portion. And this family aren't WASPs! I know, right!?
So some dude passes the microphone to a child. I'd say, 5, 6-years-old.
KID: WHO WANTS TO HEAR A JOKE.Said I: "Uh, er, OKAY!"
KID: OKAY, WHAT DO YOU CALL A BLACK PRIEST.
EVERYONE: [just glorious, endless streams of laughs]
KID: ...NO. 'HOLY SHIT.'
Said The Bert: "Um, in how many ways was that TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG!?"
Said Seth and Amy: