Anybody who has read this blog, or its predecessor, for more than a couple of years will have noticed a change in English Teacher X -- from a feckless adventuring drunkard to a rather crabby and critical nihilist, wise beyond his (considerable) years.
I was just drinking down at the embankment with a few of the guys, and one commented, "You seem to be ironing your shirts more lately."
I beamed. "You noticed!"
I've embarked on a Benjamin Franklin-like path of self improvement. So far there are only two things on my list:
1) Iron your clothes before leaving the house, whenever possible
2) Stop peeing on the floor when drunk on vodka
It's a start, anyway.
4 comments:
You know you're only blogging so much because you want to see what I'll write.
Admit it, you fleece-wrapped, tardious birth-hole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When did you last make up an entire new insult faggot?
Thought so.
Go drink your liver into submission you broken, bitter little man.
Hey X,
Before you become too morally perfect, can you inform me of your ISG handle?
The Saint
"from a feckless adventuring drunkard to a rather crabby and critical nihilist, wise beyond his (considerable) years."
Ha. The day you're "wise beyond your years" is not in this lifetime.
By the time you achieve wisdom ["knowledge of what is true or right coupled with just judgment as to action; sagacity, discernment, or insight"] this party will have long since have been over.
Stick with 'feckless' as an epitaph.
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