Comments | boogietiere: Be afraid..

boogietiere

Be afraid..

May 19, 2010 01:24

Because today's situation reminded me of part of this post by my comrade Psychox.

Also, note that I'm quoting the following report from my devart blog, where I make a habit of being intentionally politically incorrect for lulz:
"Hura hura today was the final exam! (note: this would be a reference to a famous Polish rock songAnd for the third year ( Read more... )

Comments 6

psychox May 20 2010, 10:07:59 UTC

You're such a nazi.

"leering at some unfairly pretty asian boy"

Are perverted nazi.

Are we related, by chance?

psychox May 20 2010, 10:08:48 UTC

*A

Grammar is not with me today.

boogietiere May 21 2010, 04:54:02 UTC

Damn straight I am. That skum should be grateful that I didn't gas him on the spot for objecting to the coat rule. I guess watching too much of this Dutch campaign clip has convinced me that perpetrators should be handled relentlessly.

"Are we related, by chance?"
We definitely are, related through our bloodline-transcending nazi lust for delicate asian guys. And if not that then at least we share Marth as our waifu.

psychox May 21 2010, 07:05:07 UTC

"I guess watching too much of this Dutch campaign clip has convinced me that perpetrators should be handled relentlessly."

That clip is only about 10 times more entertaining than any American version.
Old people getting beaten up, gangs of thugs randomly attacking ambulances.... The Netherlands must be pretty hardcore.

"bloodline-transcending nazi lust for delicate asian guys."

I guess you figured me out. And yes, there's always Marth.

mr_bipolar June 2 2010, 03:28:13 UTC

You damn perverted nazi. You had fun, didn't you?

boogietiere June 4 2010, 03:13:49 UTC

YOU BETCHA.

Okay so mostly this first time that I wrote about was fun. The 9 hour long days that followed the next week were more like brain-numbing staring sessions than anything else actually. And there weren't always ya know, pretty ones to stare at, thus I ended up spending a lot of time reminding myself of how the money would pour in while I was just standing or sitting there, at times hoping to spot a student that would be in need of relief so I could march him over to the toilet guy as an active diversion.