Post reblogged from Shit Randy Hates with 43 notes
Before I get into this, here’s some backstory about me: I’m 32. I just (and I mean like, two weeks ago) returned to college after a seven-year break after being fired from my shitty (albeit well-paid) tech support job. Now, instead of making money like a productive member of society should, I’m back in school, re-learning shit I’ve forgotten thanks to the modern advent of late-night informercials and huffing gold spray paint. Needless to say, I’m taking college a bit more seriously this time around, especially since my unemployment claim was shot down (and more on THAT particular gold nugget in a later rant).
Now that that’s out of the way, here is a letter I wrote in my own blood and then burned to ash in a circle of black candles in the middle of the woods on my way home from class today.
Dear Creepy Old Guy That Sits Next to Me In Math Class:
I really could staple those creepy old guys.
Source: shitrandyhates
really could staple those
should read this…
This should be required reading...all Swarthmore College students.