Impotent? It may not be impotent to you, but it's damn impotent to me.

"I need a place that can offer me intellectual simulation."

He should try Liberty University. (The one founded by Jerry Falwell.)

Definite upvote for Taylor. He and I were in a poetry class together at Kansas State University. Needless to say, he was one of the better ones in the class.

Too upvotes four the the grate videos.

Won downvote for the white terrorist fist bump.

This guy puts on his tuxedo before going to get a vasectomy, and his wife is like, "What's with the suit?"

He replies, "If I'm gonna be impotent, I wanna look impotent." Badum-pshh.

Transcribed for your reading pleasure (or torture):

The The Impotence of Proofreading

Has this ever happened to you? You work very, very hoard on a paper for English clash and still get a very glow grade on it like a D or even a D= and all because you are the liverwurst spoiler in the whale wide word. Yes, proofreading your peppers is a matter of the the utmost impotence.

Now, this is a problem that affects manly, manly students all over the word. I, myself, was such a bed spiller once upon a term that my English torturer in my sophomoric year, Mrs. Myth, she said that I was never gonna get into a good colleague. And that's all I wanted. That's all any kid wants at that age, just to get into a good colleague. And not just anal community colleague either because I am not the kind of guy who would be happy at just anal community colleague. I knead to be challenged, challenged menstrually. I knead a place that can offer me intellectual simulation.

So, I no this probably makes me sound like a stereo, but I really felt that I could get into an ivory legal colleague. So, if I did knot improvement than gone wood bee my dream of going to Harvard, jail, prison-- you know, in prison, New Jersey. So, I got myself a spell checker and I figured I was awn sleazy street, butt there are several missed aches that a spell checker can't can't catch catch.

For instant, if you accidentally leave out word, you're spell checker won't put it in you. And god for billing purposes only you should have serial problems with Tori Spelling, your spell check off may end up using a word that you had absolutely no detention of using because, I mean, what do you want it to douche? Ya' know-- No... It only does what you tell it two douche. You're the one sitting in front of the computer scream with your hand on the mouth going, "Clit. Clit. Clit."

Just goes to show you how embargo one little clit of the mouth can bee, witch reminds me of this won thyme during my Junior Mint. The teacher took the paper that eye had written on a Sale of Two Titties-- No, I'm serial! I'm serial-- She read it out loud in front of all of my ass mates. It was quite possibly one of the most humidifying experiences I have ever had being laughed at like that pubicly.

So, do yourself a flavor and follow these two Pisces of advice: 1) There is know prostitute four careful editing of your own work, no prostitute whatsoever; and 2hree) When it comes to proofreading, the red penis your friend. Spank you.

God damn it but i hate slam poetry so fucking much

One thing I didn't get is in "I no this probably makes me sound like a stereo," what is stereo supposed to be?


stereotype.

>> ^E_Nygma:

One thing I didn't get is in "I no this probably makes me sound like a stereo," what is stereo supposed to be?

stereotype.


Or a broken record . . .

SStteerreeoottyyppee.

accelerent.