:Shennanigans:

Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :)

Yes, it really did happen. As I sat there, listening, trying to absorb the information, I felt it. I felt my brain liquify and run out from my nostrils. I thought my nose was numb and runny from the a/c, but come to find out, my brain was seeping from my head and out my nostrils. I expected to lose my brain, but I could never have imagined such a method. A phenomenon.

I learned how to make meth in class today - hehehe. Cool. Of course, of all the info I learned throughout the seminar, it is that one thing, the least significant part of the course, that I will forever carry in my heart and empty head. Physics? Chemistry? Forget the table of elements, forget the calculations and calibrations necessary to determine whether the analytical results are correct, forget knowing which instrument or chemical to use to test for a substance... who needs those when you know how to make meth, I ask you.

Brain fried. Exhaustion. Hungry. Bed. Need food. Want bed. Brain has left the premises...

*beseechingly* "Brain, please come home. Solidify. I cannot take the echos in my hollow head. Thanks. Shen."

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2004-10-10 2:38 PM My brain has left the premises Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: no brain left to comprehend emotion Read/Post Comments (3)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :) Yes, it really did happen. As I sat there, listening, trying to absorb the information, I felt it. I felt my brain liquify and run out from my nostrils. I thought my nose was numb and runny from the a/c, but come to find out, my brain was seeping from my head and out my nostrils. I expected to lose my brain, but I could never have imagined such a method. A phenomenon. I learned how to make meth in class today - hehehe. Cool. Of course, of all the info I learned throughout the seminar, it is that one thing, the least significant part of the course, that I will forever carry in my heart and empty head. Physics? Chemistry? Forget the table of elements, forget the calculations and calibrations necessary to determine whether the analytical results are correct, forget knowing which instrument or chemical to use to test for a substance... who needs those when you know how to make meth, I ask you. Brain fried. Exhaustion. Hungry. Bed. Need food. Want bed. Brain has left the premises... beseechingly "Brain, please come home. Solidify. I cannot take the echos in my hollow head. Thanks. Shen." Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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