i’m not exactly in on this. i didn’t get the memo. no one clued me in. playing catch up. is there any possibility you could like let me look at your answers? any chance you might be willing to help a brother out this once? honesty? there’s no place for that around here…but, well, i mean, i could give it a shot. i don’t know what good it will do you to know that i didn’t exactly study or pay attention or come to class exactly. what, is that gonna change whether or not you help me out? cuz if it is i’m not going to tell you. i’ll just lay some b-s bologna on you about sick family and broken down cars and sob sob my life is just so difficult right now and for the last few weeks and all i really need is to get past this and so all i really need to get past it all is a bit of help from you and all you have to do is basically give me the answers and then i’ll be out of your hair and after that i swear i will get back up on my horse and get this all sorted and washed and dried and hung up and folded and put away and i’ll even clean the lint trap and wipe up the detergent i spill and if you got a load of whites or something…seriously? bro, that’s lame. why don’t you be cool? why can’t you ever be cool? you’re just stuck up man. you just want to grow up and be the man someday huh? good luck being hated by everyone. good luck reading meters. good luck cutting through the red tape of your life twenty years from now just to find yourself buried in the deepest dankest darkest corner of some random filing closet and it turns out that it all started right here where you could have been cool but…managers don’t serve burgers bro, they tell people what to do, and in twenty years i think i will have made manager. fine, you know what? for-get-it! ceramics doesn’t count for shit anyway.
