Oh, so there aren't any guys in your class.dex-dex said:
No I understand why it wouldn't be a problem.
I'm a F*cking idiot!
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No I understand why it wouldn't be a problem.
I have sometimes come to the conclusion that I was an idiot, but that is after it was done. There was one time when I started bicycling down a pretty steep way and discovered that I had no breaks, but at the time, all I thought about was how to make a proper turn once I reached the end. I was seven at the time, and didn't realize that with all that momentum it wasn't physically possible to execute said turn, thus I slammed into a parked car and got out of it with hardly a scratch.
I still have no idea how I got out of that without needing to go to the hospital.
Anyway, I wonder if people at the age of seven just aren't capable of understanding how stupid they are sometimes. They tend to say instead that it's the bike that is stupid.
I still have no idea how I got out of that without needing to go to the hospital.
Anyway, I wonder if people at the age of seven just aren't capable of understanding how stupid they are sometimes. They tend to say instead that it's the bike that is stupid.
What kind of fucking class are you taking?dex-dex said:
OT: This year I signed up for French III, but only because I thought I needed three foreign language credits to graduate.
But lo and behold, I only need two credits. Now I'm stuck staying after school until 4 o' clock for the rest of the year taking a class that I don't like that's eating into my homework time.
I'm a F*cking idiot!
I stated what i am taking in a previous post.Ham_authority95 said:
also that sucks balls! I was never good with french in elementary school i was told that i did not need to take it in secondary school ( it is a requirement to take on french class) and i was in heaven!
One time I got into a fight for kicks.
I had never been in a real fight before and at the time, I was pretty sure it was required to be any sort of man. So when some random dudes I didn't really know asked me if I wanted to fight their friend, I accepted.
When he arrived, they told him I had said all sorts of things about his mother. I half-heartedly assured him they were full of it, which I think he knew, but he cracked his knuckles menacingly anyway.
Anyway, we relocated to a wider area and the fight began. I just stood there and allowed him to take the first hit out of some idiotic notion of chivalry. The fight went on, and I began to get more and more delirious as his fists connected with my head. I don't think I ever actually managed to get him back once. I did get him in a headlock at one point, but being a punch-drunk idiot, I let him go, thinking it "wasn't fair". Pfeh.
About halfway through, as I was thinking less about not getting hit and more about how pretty the sky was, my brother somehow managed to locate me, and could only look on in horror as I got my ass handed to me. I think it was around the time he burst into tears I started to think "this was a rather silly idea".
The fight stopped when my brother intervened to stop the copious bleeding. He held his shirt up to my face as I insisted the fight wasn't over until I was unconscious.
My opponent, who I later learned was pretty infamous for beating the living shit out of people, laughed and shook my hand at this. He claimed I had balls, but refused to fight me any further. Then my brother and I went up to the nearby pub, outside of which I delightedly (and deliriously) announced that I had just lost a fight.
TL;DR I am kind of a pathetic little *****.
I had never been in a real fight before and at the time, I was pretty sure it was required to be any sort of man. So when some random dudes I didn't really know asked me if I wanted to fight their friend, I accepted.
When he arrived, they told him I had said all sorts of things about his mother. I half-heartedly assured him they were full of it, which I think he knew, but he cracked his knuckles menacingly anyway.
Anyway, we relocated to a wider area and the fight began. I just stood there and allowed him to take the first hit out of some idiotic notion of chivalry. The fight went on, and I began to get more and more delirious as his fists connected with my head. I don't think I ever actually managed to get him back once. I did get him in a headlock at one point, but being a punch-drunk idiot, I let him go, thinking it "wasn't fair". Pfeh.
About halfway through, as I was thinking less about not getting hit and more about how pretty the sky was, my brother somehow managed to locate me, and could only look on in horror as I got my ass handed to me. I think it was around the time he burst into tears I started to think "this was a rather silly idea".
The fight stopped when my brother intervened to stop the copious bleeding. He held his shirt up to my face as I insisted the fight wasn't over until I was unconscious.
My opponent, who I later learned was pretty infamous for beating the living shit out of people, laughed and shook my hand at this. He claimed I had balls, but refused to fight me any further. Then my brother and I went up to the nearby pub, outside of which I delightedly (and deliriously) announced that I had just lost a fight.
TL;DR I am kind of a pathetic little *****.
You're lucky that you were taught that in elementary school. I would have been so much better at it if I was taught at a younger age when my brain was growing exponentially.dex-dex said: