Her: Ladies first!
Me: Bitch, I'm a queen. I'm pretty sure I outrank you.
In honor of midterms, I'm posting a little funk ditty. Don't worry about bandwidth; if this stupid school is making me work, they're at least going to host things to eat up bandwidth. Bitches. Making me write a paper on Thursday night when everyone else is out getting drunk is just plain cruel. I don't need this.
I Don't Need This Pressure On (Chant Number One) by Spandau Ballet. (lyrics)
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.