<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/riDCzclPCMQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> This is the one thing I was afraid of when watching the world cup in class.
Yeah, that isn't a FAIL. At least he was there. My FAIL was working with dozens of Pledges to finish this Mekong Delta tower that I ended up making us all stay up on a wednesday night. I told one of them he could leave if he was sitting in my business law class at 11:00 and taking notes. I think I went to bed at 7:00. And I got a call at 11:10 saying "Mr. b*stard, you have a test today." AND I RAN THE 700 YARDS AND I TOOK THE TEST! And I made a 62. Which, in my mind, was pretty good, considering I didn't study for it. (The rest is for anyone who wants to know... THE REST of the story) I have always known math. And I at a young age, also knew english. Both made me superawesome. From there I learned to kick childrens toys away from them. Be it Frisbees, hot wheels, tonkas, care bears, GI Joe Aircraft carriers? I just learned how to kick the crap out of people's hopes and dreams. Now if you are ready for my kicking skills in the ring, I'm sure we can figure it out. Actually, I can find plenty of fields to play on. You game?
Actually from his brief celebration, I think his team almost scored. My Spanish teacher in high school used to watch soccer on his computer every class day I had with him. He'd give out bs assignments and quizzes to keep us occupied while he watches his team (Barcelona I think) and do "jess!" and fist pumps every now and then"
