I enjoy having fun. I love fun. Its what I do most in the school other than studying or whining. Its what I do best. But sometimes you just have to say No to fun that turns out to be silly. Sure, we make mistakes, but that is what Losers say. Renember that Spongebob Squarepants episode where Mr. Squarepants sings to Plankton about the definition of Fun? The F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and me - N is for anywhere and any time at all down here in the deep blue sea? That context cannot be related to this content.
One of the Head-Honcho English teachers told me to join this 4 day
session event lecture type shit to improve and make horde of my Politics Debate ranting skills. It consists of a group of people going to UCL (Not UEL, which is literally down the road, so therefore I have to cough up monopoly currency to pay for the trip there) and talk literal shit to a group of twenty girls and six boys. four Of the boys come from my school.
“Oh lordy theres girls there and potential sexysex for boy like you!!!”
No. I’ve been to debates. You don’t want to have sex with girls smarter than you are. (This only applies to males. Girls, you can continue going crazy) It may be personal ego type thing, but no. Not to mention the fact that the overhauling majority of girls who go to these kinds of things are either ugly to a limit that it is borderline illegal (apologies) or big mouthed. One of my fellow workwhores told me that performing coitus with a big mouthed person is great since she can perform great oral intercourse, hence the mouth is, ya know *hehe*.
Nonetheless I will not sacrifice four bum-ridden days talking about politics and ladynerds and bigotry about a fat blonde mayor, Prime Minister Forehead and a Polish/Jewish McChicken Sandwich Combo.