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mr_mitts was my English professor (WTF LAWL). On the first day of school, he gave us a pop quiz with vocab words like "Fight Club" and "Hey There Delilah" (I don't know), only I heard him wrong and thought he said spelling words, so I only wrote the words down. At the end of class, he came over and was like, "Why did you leave all your vocab words blank?" and I was like, "CRAP! They were vocab words?!? I thought they were spelling words! I must've been distracted because I was trying to find my notebook while you were talking." Then Mitts went, "LAWL, too bad I'm going to mark them all wrong," and left. Bastard.
So then I hopped into this van waiting outside and called Vinny, and started sobbing, "I'M NOT GOING TO PASS ENGLISH CLASS THIS SEMESTER AND IT'S MY BEST SUBJECT!!!" and Vin was like, "It's ok, at least we have Summer Fridays!" Suddenly, my friend Joyce popped up and went, "I want to hang out with you after work, but I'm sick of all the usual Summer Friday places, so let's go somewhere cool." Which is odd because I've never hung out with Joyce on a Summer Friday. But I assented and headed to work, which was in a state of perpetual semi-darkness (exactly how I like it). When I got there, though, I couldn't get any work done because our computers were just filled with strange zigzagging lights.
The End!
mr_mitts was my English professor (WTF LAWL). On the first day of school, he gave us a pop quiz with vocab words like "Fight Club" and "Hey There Delilah" (I don't know), only I heard him wrong and thought he said spelling words, so I only wrote the words down. At the end of class, he came over and was like, "Why did you leave all your vocab words blank?" and I was like, "CRAP! They were vocab words?!? I thought they were spelling words! I must've been distracted because I was trying to find my notebook while you were talking." Then Mitts went, "LAWL, too bad I'm going to mark them all wrong," and left. Bastard. So then I hopped into this van waiting outside and called Vinny, and started sobbing, "I'M NOT GOING TO PASS ENGLISH CLASS THIS SEMESTER AND IT'S MY BEST SUBJECT!!!" and Vin was like, "It's ok, at least we have Summer Fridays!" Suddenly, my friend Joyce popped up and went, "I want to hang out with you after work, but I'm sick of all the usual Summer Friday places, so let's go somewhere cool." Which is odd because I've never hung out with Joyce on a Summer Friday. But I assented and headed to work, which was in a state of perpetual semi-darkness (exactly how I like it). When I got there, though, I couldn't get any work done because our computers were just filled with strange zigzagging lights.
The End!