Davy and Imesha. I appreciate how you guys fabricate complete lies and fairytales for my benefit. Even though my cool, sarcastic, sardonic and cynical exterior doesn't show it, I appreciate it very much. I was laughing on the inside. And happy on the outside and inside.
James Cheng. Just because I saw him. And his sister. Because she's so random. Her name's Yvonne by the way.
Meng. He's just a funny guy.
Sam Ho. Fantasy Team Funnies. He was all like, "So, like, do they get points according to how many touches they get?" And I was like, "Bro, it's not AFL," and he's like "phully omg roflcopter, I thought that 200 and something score for Gerrard was the score per game, not the whole season."
Victor. With his "let's webcam each other during lectures" idea. Not only was it stupid because there was no sound, and it was during a lecture, he also forgot that it would consume our data limit like an...orange-eating monster eating a bucket of oranges.
If you're not here...well, there's always next time. You know what to do to get on here. Or you should be able to figure it out. If you can't, you don't deserve to make the cut.
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