Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Some very hostile haiku.

There's always one completely irrelevant asshole in every class who doesn't understand that you have to work within the text in literature classes, and constantly provides these external references that are usually completely unrelatable. No one wants to listen to this. No one. Normally, I want to shoot someone, myself of the longwinded bastard, to end the misery. Today, perhaps inspired by the haiku poetry on my bottle of oolong iced tea, I chose to take a more creative approach. I present you with my brief and brilliant collection of haiku about assholes.

Dear Douchebag McGee,
Please shut the fuck up in class.
You are my slow death.

When you talk at length,
I want to shoot you or
myself in the face.


Meg said...

I'd love it if you could send me those apartment listings. Every little bit helps.

!an said...

i LOVE this! now what would say if i asked you to write something for my blog?