A Cynic's Guide To Graduation

[in_articulation]

I don't think I'm a cynic; some people have told me I'm actually extremely idealistic. I won't admit to either one; I think doing so would heavily limit one's potential, because some things just deserve cynicism. Is graduation one of them? Perhaps, perhaps not. But the treatment of graduation usually is. First thing yesterday morning, I sat in my

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[confuciousdrgon]

a few things to say here

[in_articulation]

A) That's nothing, I originally spelled "Graduation" as "Motherfucking cocksucker black and Jew hating racist motherfucker who hates Puerto Ricans too."
B) Everyone knows that the best (only good?) novelty tee in existance is right here.
C) Yes, and some lame Canon in D knockoff.
D) My caliber? What's my caliber supposed to mean? .22? And I like how Green Day is now a person, sleeping with a guitar.
E) How appropos of nothing...I'd rather be blown up meself. There's no real need to save any dead person for any reason, be it in a cemetery, a taxiderimist's or frozen in hopes that their disease can someday be cured. (Here's a hint: after the novelty of being reanimated wears off, nobody will care about you anymore...you've not been alive for any of the advances in history, so everyone will have to show you around and explain the new technology.) At least if I get blown up, I'll leave the earth with a bang. Like MLK. Ohhhh that's circular.

[confuciousdrgon]

e)technically i wouldn't take points off for circularity,
and
f) you're not getting blown up (with my almost-straightforward apologies)

in the spirit of revision....

[confuciousdrgon]

...i really should have filed that under 2e), not f)

[dorama]

The "F" in my name stands for Fennell. At least when they announced Tim F. Johnson it ended all the rumors that my middle name is "Has No".