Bow to your Master, except Suit, I need a Dr.’s Appointment

Well, neophytes, mongloids, troglodytes, and our readers, ol’ dank has done it again– 
Er got it done for him by his friends.  You are now reading the words of a future ex-masters student sure to be defamed and broken by the iron hand of american higher education.  Well, by iron hand, i more like mean crippled grip that lets the waste of the future generation slip through its fingers and into the bowels of bullshit.  I must tell all you little stonies that if your heart desires titles, respect, publishing outlets, and degrees in higher higher education simply wait for your good buddy to do it and then ride his coat-tails.  This is the stoney way.  It goes back to the beginning of time and only the savage can guiltlessly ride the wave of others’ success and call it their own. 

Stoney himself cheated his balls off of my econ exam one time for a 65.  Except he was too lazy to do it well and fell short of my 66.  Then we walked 20 yards out the door and convinced ourselves that tests are illegitimate (arguable) and that tests aren’t real (even more likely) and neither is the world–all over a big fat boombalatty. 

Roughty is currently in his seventh year and is a sophomore.  Twitch, never went to school because he could not tear himself away from his mother’s teat and has been home-schooled for fear his mothers always says-quote-They’re all gonna laugh at you.  Suit, well Pet World here we come.  I think we gotta get a few piles of dog food for me to lay on while you take care of the bidnaz.  I’ll just write some poetry and sneak you cigaweeds in the back by the dumpsters. 

 Well, I’m still sitting here at work waiting for somebody to tell me what to do.  This will be my eighth consecutive hour of waiting for directions while i get paid for this bloggity blogerfification.  I just want to let you all know that you can pursue graduate work by never going to class, never reading books, never staying awake when there, never stopping smoking weed, never trying, and always, always giving it your worst. 

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3 Responses to “Bow to your Master, except Suit, I need a Dr.’s Appointment”


  1. 1 stoneywageslave September 11, 2007 at 7:19 am

    nice one. get some new pictures

  2. 2 suityourself September 11, 2007 at 3:21 pm

    haha. dank’s screwed. i’m his superior, so instead of me doing somebody else’s nigger work, now dankkkkkkk can do my nigger work while i do somebody else’s nigger work. blazzzzzzzow!!! blazzzzam!! can you deal with that? let the glamourous life of the grad student begin…

    by the by, dankkkkkkkk, i’m gonna need those tps reports on my desk by 5…. so if you could just do that, that’d be great. mmmmkay? thanks.

  3. 3 dankknuggets September 12, 2007 at 6:20 am

    whatever you say, michael bolton


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