The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.reminds me of the bad Visa "everywhere you want to be" spoof commercial. Lets just say it was set in a strip joint, and leave it at that.
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The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.reminds me of the bad Visa "everywhere you want to be" spoof commercial. Lets just say it was set in a strip joint, and leave it at that.
The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.
I think that's a stage show in Bangkok (and was there ever a city with a more inadvertantly perfect yet unfortunate name).
I have looked upon a coin with lust. Just not that kind of lust.
Why do I have a spectacular dark purple bruise on my arm, when I don't remember hitting it?
Why are these projects never going to be finished?
Why was I born?
So I am the middle of writing the S1 final exam for my 9th grade class. I always try to put some image relevant to one of the texts we've read on the title page, so I'd grabbed a picture of an ancient vase depicting part of the Medea story.
I just realized that I've put a picture of a woman running a sword through a child on the front of the first exam these students have ever taken.
Oops.
I just realized that I've put a picture of a woman running a sword through a child on the front of the first exam these students have ever taken.
Freudian slip?
I didn't intend the symbolism, but...um.
I find the irony so terribly amusing that I am tempted to leave it there.
I just realized that I've put a picture of a woman running a sword through a child on the front of the first exam these students have ever taken.
Oops.
No, no...not "oops". Let 'em think you did it on purpose. Not one of them will fuck with you, and every kid who gets above a C will feel like they just escaped certain death.
The only way you could improve on what you've inadvertently done would be to slaughter one of them right before the test and plant their head on a spike on your desk.
*Stabbity stab stab!* *SPLURCH! squeeky*
"Turn over your papers. You may begin."
You should. Then they can imagine that they are Medea and you are the child ;)
Why do I have a spectacular dark purple bruise on my arm, when I don't remember hitting it?
If there is a subculture for that one half of us are members.
my inexplicable bruises. Let me show you them. On second thought, maybe not.