The other day I woke up and went out to judge and subjugate women. I didn’t brush my teeth or take a showur or wash my face. Even in France I would have been considered smelly. I put on some ratty old clothes over my well-used underwear that hadn’t been changed for quite a while. I did take the effert to turn them inside out, so that got at least another week of use out of them. I decided to go to school, but showed up an hour late cause being on time is for loosurs.
In my first class, I sat down and stretched my body out of the chair to take up as much room as possible. I didn’t do my homework because I was way too busy playing Xbox the night before; doing homework is for losers.
The rest of the day I slacked off and thought about what I was going to do after school that day. It was a Friday, so my friends and I were planning to get down that night. Whenever the teacher asked me a question, I shrugged and let some nerd answer it. Paying attention in class is for losers.
After school I went and met up with my bro’s. It was a crazy night, we got toatally wasted and it was awesome. We do this every Friday, but it never gets old. Sometimes some loser confronts me and I tell them that doing well in school is for losers. I can always copy off somebody anyway, and if I ever need to write a paper I can just bullsh*t it and use spll check. Spelling rite is for losers anywy.
Weirdley, nobody ever really brought up my situation before as being a typical slacker mail before some square English teacher told us to write a blog about it. But blogging is for losers