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Oh, you guys. Grading. If I didn't have to grade papers, I would have the best job in the world. It would just be me getting my ego fed while working on my stand-up comedy in front of a bunch of college freshman who have paid to listen to me. I would probably also still teach them English. As it stands, every two and a half weeks I get one hundred and twenty reasons to die, and I have to spend about ten minutes with each one. Oh well.
Do we all remember this comic? I was thinking about putting it on a shirt on a very limited run for those of you who want to annoy your parents and friends on Thanksgiving. If you think this is a good idea, you should email me. |
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