The fifth person, whomever he, she or it is, dropped out of my French class, thereby dragging all of us below the minimum required by the university to hold the class in the first place, thus, no class, thuser, my edumacation is at a crossroads and being a linguistic autodidact is for smartypants far above my pay grade.
So, unknown assailant on higher learning, may your eyes melt while you sleep and the runny, ocular goo stream down the angles of your skull, plugging up your ears and mouth with a concrete permanence. Good luck communicating in any language now, frog hater.
What, you thought I was going to bitch about Hussein X or M-16 toting lunatics or Michael Vick finding an employer? Like anyone with a quarter of an egg noodle didn't see that shit coming. So just listen to Robert Fucking Johnson and shut your piehole until I can come up with a better post. I could use the aeons of silence.