oh krisken that's even more disgusting...my mom is 110lbs soaking wet.
That's okay. Last night your mom enjoyed makare's "big nasty."
eww lol i wanted to make a joke here too but i refuse to talk about my nastyAnd it's 110lbs soaking wet.
Like? GET YOUR FUCKING SIMILE OUT OF HERE. WE NEED THE DIRECT COMPARISON ONLY A METAPHOR CAN PROVIDE!It's like cruise control for cool...
I thought the job description for professors in grad school was to make students cry.This morning in Debtor/Creditor I was called on to recite a case. It went TERRIBLY. It was just awful. I couldn't answer his questions because I didn't understand what he was asking and it made me look both ill prepared and incompetent. I actually started to tear up a bit during all of it, which I know sounds really namby pamby, but I generally have a thick skin about legal stuff. This was just beyond terrible.
The only consolation which I feel bad for taking is that the other people who were called on to assist me didn't understand him either. One, a friend of a friend, was flat out told she was wrong and was basically scolded in class. My friend said the friend almost cried too. I guess the prof was just in some kind of mood today. It's not every day you make 3rd year law students cry.
Ya, don't you read PHD? http://www.phdcomics.com/comics.phpI thought the job description for professors in grad school was to make students cry.
To further on this: Damn, I am so full of bullshit. Opening to my email, "I can't tell you what it means to [hear] from you." Yeah... Of course I can't tell her how disappointed in her choice I am. I'd come across as a jealous asshole, and to be completely honest I'm not sure what my motivations are. So I just leave the implication that I'm too happy for words, which is what I want to be.Happy news for someone else is close to the worst thing for me to hear today. They have no idea why, it's a lot more complicated that they'd think, so I'll try and be polite and fake being happy for her.