Mr Professor Sir Jeremy Humpledink shares
my feelings.
Also, it has gotten to that stage where work is piling up on top of me. It feels a bit like a very fat sweaty man is sitting on my conscience...you just can't forget that he's there. Ever. Even when enjoying myself I feel his damp hands molesting my joy, making it dirty and wrong.
I feel so abused...
There I was, innocently eating out with friends, and I heard him whisper to me inside my head. "Don't forget...you have two essays due soon...soon...soon...soon..." his last ominous word hung in my mind, echoing through the empty spaces. (There are many.) Then he stopped to ask if he could have a slice of my mates pizza...
I feel so isolated...he has me right where he wants me. Giving him pizza just to get him to leave me alone for two seconds.
"Do your work, now."
Fffff anything you say, Drew Barrymore!
. . .
Okay, I've just admitted to fancying a Charlies Angel haven't I? *nervous cough* I promise that all the films I watch are not as tacky. I mean in only the past two weeks I have watched some AWSOME films, for example,
"Oh yeah."
Also, you've gotta love Steve the monkey and the ratbirds, right? It's a brilliant film and I fully recommend it if you are looking for a laugh. As for the other two films...well, what can I say? They are excellent films because they are terrible films. Something trashy to watch when you don't want to think about anything.
Well, with that I shall leave you,
Ta ta!
STEVE!!
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