The return of the "How are you today?" thread

c'était l'analyse littéraire d'un poème du 18ìeme siècle.

le pire c'est que le prof parlait de ça en classe comme si tout le monde savais déjà comment faire des analyses... c'est la première fois que j'en fait et c'est la même chose pour les autres...
 
So fucked up day, again I wanted to kill myself for that. I haven't had a bad day like this for a long time, except for last Wednesday. fuck it.
 
I feel like a frog on crack, with a greenish bag of potatochips, about to be smashed with a baseball bat, by a yankee, with one tooth, missing half of his butt, and has two kids plus one wife. Did I mention he likes vegetables?

Somebody stop me. Or not. I just wanna say: :lol: