Stuff that goes on in my head

How I feel the day after attending a Dancehall class

Legolas, you lazy motherfucker. Everyone else is getting bearded and dirty and rolling in the mud all doing their part trying to get rid of that damn ring, but not you, pal. Not you. You're like the kid in school who makes everyone else in the group do all the work while you play games on your laptop. You're just a lazy ass laminated piece of shit elf. Fuck this shit. 

So I'm spending my day catching up on some studying. The theme of the day is Heidegger's "Origin of the Work of Art". Wanna trade lives? 

I think I'm so clever.

No one should ever hide while laughing, Robbie. Not even if they make it look as cute as you do. 

I'm not sure if my ladyboner is EVER gonna go down now.

How I feel after I hand in my assignment.