Tag Team, Back Again

Yeah, so I forgot this thing existed...

I'm bored as fuck so I decided to George Romero this shit and see if I could waste some of my time and yours. Seems to be working so far. The older posts are from last summer, so if you have no idea what I'm talking about in them, you're not the only one.

They keep coming back in a bloodthirsty lust for HUMAN FLESH!
Haha, I love old movie taglines.

What.

So class started again today. That licked all sorts of donkey balls. Especially the 8AM donkey balls. Those are the ripest. All donkeyey and ballsy. Yeah, enough of that. I woke up approx... oh lets say 13 minutes before my class started. That was not cool. The humidity was unacceptable this morning. I almost died 4 different times on the way to campus due to the amount of water all over my windows. Switching lanes is hard when you're the 8AM Ray Charles of the road, imo.

As far as flying goes I've got one more flight in my instrument course, then it's on to commercial. It'll be nice to finally get out from under the hood I've been under the entire last flight course. I always feel like I'm getting dicked out of my money when I fly instrument. I don't get to see shit outside so for all I know I'm in some creepy guy's basement while his less-than-legally adopted children shake a cardboard box with instruments in it. Once I get my head back up and actually get to SEE where I'm going again, it will make the Riddle buttrape feel a little less worse. Less worse like someone spit on it before they stuck it in your butt. Which we all know how much that helps. Yeah, not at all. Ahhh, nevermind.

Peace out, A-town.

(I heard that in a rap song.)