THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Question for you

When you are happily rolling on your roller chair and happen to roll it on your own feet while you are still sitting on it; your pants get caught in the rollers rendering you immobile and the only way to get your arse's weight off your toes is to fall on the ground face first and your Prof decides to walk in on you at that precise moment, then ...
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WHO DO YOU CURSE ???

6 comments:

sinusoidally said...

The damn luck.

Trevor Penn said...

@ sines
Did as much. Was looking for a change.

Anu Russell said...

OK! That was funny, hillarious!! Would I want to be in your position? Certainly not...but if I had been your prof...I would have laughed my butt off! Golly...I guess only certain ppl have talents like this...God gifted...

Ok now enough of rubbing it in!

Trevor Penn said...

@ anu
Brutal. I take offense. But then atleast i am "gifted"... :P

@ isis panthea
it's the only way the brothers around the hood know how to wear their pants... so backoff amiga...

Neha said...

can i stop laughing first ;) :)))

Trevor Penn said...

@ neha
take your own sweet time :)