You know what sucks? Captain D's. You know what else sucks? Games getting delayed.
Let's talk about stuff that incredibly, irreversibly, suck.
You know what sucks? Captain D's. You know what else sucks? Games getting delayed.
Let's talk about stuff that incredibly, irreversibly, suck.
hookers.
prostitutes.
strumpets.
whores.
callgirls.
hustler.
harlot.
the movie son of the mask.
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Finals. They suck, undeniably so.
Era Vulgaris
"My life's a chip in your pile. Ante up!" ~Setzer, FFVI
"Knights do it two-handed!" ~Drunkard, FFV
High School finals? Yeah, they used to piss me off. When I was in school though, I realized that teachers do not want to fail you, and due to how hefty of a magnitude the finals induce upon your overall grade, they will often curve the whole thing by a letter grade for every student. They also give out giant study packets and pre-final sheets a week or less before the actual final. The study sheets have every single thing you need to know, and the pre-final is nearly identical to the actual final. I've even had ones that were identical to the final.
It's hard to smurf up. Also, if you're bad at math or something, take advantage of the teacher's human compassion. I had my math teacher in 11th grade take notice of me struggling and cheating, which I figured would initiate a discussion to find out what's wrong, as was in her nature. After she talked to me, I told her how "worried" I was and that I'm so bad at math and I have big plans on going to art school and being a great artist (she took notice of my drawings all year). She allowed me to come to her room every day before the final, and work on and finish the actual final, before everybody else. After completing a section each day, she'd look at it, and virtually give me the correct answers after giving me a run-through of the problem and making the answer extremely obvious.
That is how I got through high school.
Vacuum cleaners.
your mom.
And Quin's sisters
That was a looooong time ago. (little bit of trouble with me accidentally lighting her bed on fire) I went on a date last week but it turned out the girl was a muslim, so with me being christian and all, that wasn't going to work.
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