Shit talk.

I wrote the following two entries in the library at school. This first one is kinda half assed. Whatever, try to enjoy it.

Hateful Shit.

Being back in school has exposed me to all kinds of “unique” campus-people that I totally forgot existed. Being around these people again has me hating them once again. Let’s get on with the types.

The Fat Homo

Usually seen with a group of fat, ugly girls. These jolly queers have updated their wardrobe since the last time I was in school. They no longer wear Morrissey and The Cure shirts. Those have been replaced with these really shitty “Why So Serious?” Joker t-shirts from the new Batman movie. They still wear shitty Saucony’s and dockers though. I have to admit I got a bit nostalgic when I spotted one today. It reminded me of the time that PSA came on during Saturday morning cartoons with all those jokes walking all menacingly towards the camera, saying things like, “Hey, faggot!” and “You’re a queer, ain’t ya?!” I miss the 90’s. Why are they gay anyway? Fat people don’t really have personality, or anything like that. Being a fruit is pure aesthetics I think. I mean, George Michaels, Steve Young, The dad from The Brady Bunch. See where I’m going with this?

The know it all

Probably a homosexual as well. The one in my humanities class has a lisp, so it makes him so much more annoying. The story with the know-it-all is this: Someone he/she knows has been to college, and has instructed this person to ask stupid questions at all fucking times because apparently professors “love it.” Hey, stupid, have you ever thought that you might be interrupting the lecture? Asking questions irrelevant to the lecture will make the professor hate you, idiot. Here’s a gem that was asked the other day. Keep in mind, this was while we were discussing the progression of greek art. “Oh, I just wanted to know what you thought about the economic situation.” WHAT?

The Revolutionary

Zapata and Che are dead, pal, and I really doubt that Rage is going to record a new album any time soon. You’ll find this character near the library during club week trying to get people to “join the cause.” He wants to teach you about La Raza, but if you have any sense, like me, you already learned about La Raza from Kid Frost, and various gang movies. This person wears the same thing every day: Beret, Che t-shirt, black jeans, and whatever combat boots they can find at the local thrift store. Death to major corporations!

Woo! We’re Gay!

We got it. We park next to your car with the “Let’s get one thing straight, I’m not!” sticker all the time for some strange reason. What I don’t get about the college campus fruit is that they’re all unattractive. Real talk, I know an attractive person when I see one (n/h). Homos are no exception, they’re easy on the eyes. I don’t see the need to wear the rainbow headband, wristband, or suspenders though. I like the Raiders. I don’t wear any kind of Raiders accessories. Not because they’re a loser franchise, but because I can go to a bar and represent my loyalty to the Nation every Sunday. I’m sure you fags can go represent cock suckers world wide at a lounge or something. Keep it out of my english class, please. I’m trying to learn while your punk ass is whispering to the fat ho next to you. Lisp sounding like swords swiping at people and shit. Oh, the fat homo, and this fruit don’t get along because the fat one is “such a fag.”

Potheads

I don’t know about you, but at my school, you can find these fine contributors to society “sparking an owl” in the parking lot. They arent hard to spot. When they arent already smoking, you’ll most definitely hear “Where da bud at??” coming from somewhere.

..and I didn’t have time to finish cause I was going to class.

Tags: fags, gay shit, in a 12 step program you a meth addict., pot