Ah, the joy of free-loading.
It's nice when you're the one doing it, but if you're at
the receiving end of it...It ain't nice, I tell ya'!
My classmates have tasked me with writing the script for
a play in their class. Now, they know I won't refuse 'cause I'm
a dumb-a**, but they could have at least given a lil' consideration.
I do have a life and am not talented or smart enough to instantly
produce it in a span of a whole afternoon. The subject to be addressed
was a specialized one and I couldn't just crap out something without
thinking about what to do and such.
Now, my brain is screaming and my hurt is pounding.
The dead-line they gave me is approaching fast. In fact, it's already
5:07 PM here. They'll come to get me soon and I haven't even finished through ACT II. 3 more Acts to go...I want to just run away and hide.
Damn free-loaders... <.<
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Doc: Class, give me one indoor pollutant
that has the effect of acute poisoning primarily among children by
targeting their pulmonary system.
A Good Student: One of that would be carbon monoxide, sir.
Me: ...My fart? x.x
Ah, the joys of learning.