Never pay for Sweet Box seats at CGV
You’ll never watch the movie.
Might as well DVD Bang it like the dirty pervs you know you are…
Unless of course, you really dig the public aspect of it, you sly buggers.
But what do I know….
I met one of your coworkers on Thursday, but he didn’t know who you were and I don’t remember any information about him. Soooo…..
With 24 foreign teachers waddling around it’s entirely possible that I’ve just seen this person around and never had a true conversation with them.
Apparently my friend (and coworker and gym partner) and I have already established a reputation in our apartment complex for visiting each other’s apartments on week nights wearing PJ bottoms and carrying wine around, so the elevator adjummas told me tonight.
This weekend I visited her to pick up a dress and I hear the familiar sound of a cow dying that I was never able to place. It turns out there is a Buddhist who chants on her floor and he is the one making dying animal noises every morning. I’m down with chanting if it sounds soothing but this guy just repeats to same droning tone. I give him credit for his tonal consistency as I had originally thought that someone was playing a recording. Anyways, she told me to pop my head outside and take a listen, but when I opened the door he was right in my face!!! OMG! He stopped mid-chant-I stared-he apologized-I awkwardly bowed, slammed the door and fell on the floor laughing. Chanting dude, you’re a riot.
Shit my students say #387
- Student: Teacher, what is the Harlem Shake?
- Me: WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT?
- Student: My sister told me.
- Me: Well, it's.... a dance.
- Entire class: Can you show us?!
- Me: I think you should just Youtube it later.
- Class: Teacher Youtube it NOW!
- Me: :cowers in corner: