I have a shirt kinda like this, only cartoonier:

I wore it today under a green boatneck sweater. Williames calls me out in class, "I can't quite read your shirt..." *everyone turns around to look at me* I lift up my sweater and bring down the house. Williames is very amused. He wants me to stick around after class for info on where to get one for his wife, who apparently is big into sheep. Then, throughout class, he finds ways to incorporate "Ewes not fat," and using the only voice you can use to say it.

You really can't say it any other way.
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I'm a little ticked. The Reference Desk ho just told me to kindly "turn down my music." What are headphones for, biznatch? She didn't say a gatdamn thing to the dood sitting next to me. He's watching Aqua Team Hunger Force, Season 3 on his laptop, and I can hear his shit through my gatdamn headphones. If that tells you anything. Damn whiteboy. Damn white Reference Desk ho. If Talib could, he'd jump right through my headphones and open up a can on those two mofos.

It's always a race thing!! I think they want me to play that card!! The DAY OF THE BROWN MAN shall come!! You mark my words!! And that ain't fluffy neither!! Out.

-V

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