I’m going to start live-tweeting at inappropriate places, so if anyone has a funeral, church sermon, or prostate exam coming up let me know.
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I’m going to start live-tweeting at inappropriate places, so if anyone has a funeral, church sermon, or prostate exam coming up let me know. The product is called Froot Loops, not Fruit Loops; thus, any perceived nutritional value can be blamed on the illiteracy of consumers. My college didn’t require an entrance essay: the only thing I had to write was a $40 check to cover the application fee. Well, the good news is that I finally stopped bleeding; the bad news is basic clotting is considered the good news. Why haven’t we see a “Planet of the Apes” musical yet? A good chunk of the music is already written. I didn’t exactly work hard for my college diploma…but I did have to show up for many of my classes. The only difference between fellow Italian Joe Manganiello and me is my mom’s a better cook. My school is located in a low-income neighborhood. Because of that, many students do not have internet access at home. It blows me away how anybody can not have internet in today’s world. My goodness—everything is done online. But you know that already. The internet should be a priority. Cancel the cable TV. Don’t give every member in your household a cell phone. Skip a meal once a week. Anything to come up with the $15 or so need for basic DSL. Hell, even Time Warner advertises “This is not a promotional price.” It’s inexcusable that these kids don’t have internet at home. Because they don’t have internet I open up my classroom before school so they can play games and watch YouTube videos (school-appropriate, of course). Some of the kids who come in like to watch YouTube videos of the latest stars, which is fine by me–as long as it’s school appropriate (hmmm…maybe these kids do have internet at home and their parents won’t let them watch rap videos–kids don’t lie, do they?). One day a group of fifth grade boys gathered around the computer to jam to the latest crap the RIAA passes off as music. “Mr. Nerd, . . . . .
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