My generation embarrasses me. Not just the guys with popped collars and platinum chains or the girls with two hair colors and caked on makeup, but the whole lot of them. I am embarrassed by them. Not ashamed, or upset with, or annoyed. Embarrassed. If I see someone my age walking around with a mobile phone on speakerphone, chirping after every sentence he mumbles into his hand piece, I'm embarrassed. Phone calls are private - and even if you don't care, I don't want to know what stage you're sister's Chlamydia has advanced to. Your life is mundane and trivial to me. But they still do that eye scan after they say something on it; “Sure, just smear some apricot jelly on it. That’ll reduce the redness” and they look around. Are we supposed to be impressed? “Holy LORD! That man has a phone without wires? Where – does anyone see the wires? Holy crow!”
"No more slut teachers in public schools. If it were me, they'd be burying that 'woman.' First the apple in
Can you say that? Is it allowed? I’m pretty sure that a death threat in the form of shunning. Shunning may have been popularized by the Amish, but those guys are bastards. Oh – what? – it’s not like they’ll ever find out I said that. The Amish suck.
Remidners for class: MLK weekend. Double your sunday pleasure - drink.
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