This blog has been lacking in hate lately. Let's try to rectify that.
1. 3 out of the 5 psychological studies I have participated in have deceived me. I am now super-paranoid that I am being deceived at all times. Fuck you, psych grad students, for toying with my trust.
2. Word on the street is that my next paper in my Humanities class will be a personal polemic against something that pisses me off, in the voice of the Underground Man from Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground. I need something I can rip into for 1800 words. Right now I am torn between people from California, people from Brainerd, and myself. Any suggestions would be much appreciated.
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Hate on carbonated water. It doesn't taste good.
man I kinda like soda water
also, 1800 words
mmmmm maybe college kids. just do the whole thing in character and indirectly (but obviously) rip on everyone in the whole class.
1800 words, that's rough. I haven't had to write a single paper all yeah so far. And i like the idea of ripping on everyone on the class indirectly. Another good idea would be New Yorkers or New Englanders.
how about the ridiculousness of brainerd tourists in the summer. . .
Tom Brady and Bill Belichick, and with them,
bandwagon and fair-weather football fans
These are the times that try men's souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine Patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the fandom of his team; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
GO CHIEFS
included in my analysis would be this crime against the english language from a young man named benjamin rudofsky: "Rather than swear off this task as a pedagogical snipe hunt..."
This fellow is clearly on his way to becoming a historian, or a serial killer.
man i should write this whole thing in a kind of awkward, stilted style, like it was translated from Russian.
donald trump
honestly i don't have a real big problem with the donald
he just likes to be a dick. i can understand that.
hey tirth long time no blog
tirth why don't you send me the gumshoe money you owe me man
come on man...
early in the evening, just about supper time. gotta know your CCR
hey josh i dont owe you anything man
i paid my five bucks to max about eight months ago
OH SHIT
ok max where are them ducats at
I seem to have left them on your mother's bedside table
don't make me fly to evanston and kick your ass my man
josh let's consider the probability that I neglected to give you the $5 from tirth.
now let's compare that to the probability that you made a $5 accounting error and spent the dough on a burrito.
you would make a great accountant for might corporations Maxwell
man tirth i went to an indian dance show tonight
it was pretty terrible
why was it so terrible?
why dont you a blog post then i can evaluate it
tirth that is just a clever trick to make me post on my own blog
maybe I will fall for it when I finish my homework
Do your paper on Gerry Falwell. No one likes that asshole.
If only that were true.
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