Every Wednesday night I go to a language class. If I master this language, it will turn me into Superwoman. For real, yo.
Anyway, we were reading a text about studying and I wasn’t really paying attention (I was unwrapping my new lip balm), but I heard this snippet from another student:
“Do me… er… it. Err… I do it slowly… with my pencil.”
Call me immature if you want, but I laughed. And then I did that thing where you try to cover up your laugh with a cough. And then I choked on my coffee. And then another student started laughing with me and the teacher was pretty was all like, “I don’t get these stupid Canadians.”
Yes, I know. I’m totally going to a special kind of hell for immature people.
8 Comments
February 28, 2008 at 11:34 am
We get our own hell? Cool!
February 28, 2008 at 11:50 am
Guys if you guys are going, crikey, I’ll meet you there
x
February 28, 2008 at 1:31 pm
Eternity with two immature girls who won’t sleep with me. Yup, sounds like hell to me
February 29, 2008 at 6:01 am
I’ll probably be there first .. I’ll get the drinks in!
February 29, 2008 at 7:00 am
three girls, one of which wants to marry me. now we’re talking
Mines a lemonade.
February 29, 2008 at 9:48 am
Make mine a gin & tonic!
February 29, 2008 at 10:01 am
I’ll have a cranberry juice *sob*
February 29, 2008 at 11:16 am
Poor Soupster. Not getting any better is it?