Well, I finished my last final yesterday afternoon, a 50 question pyschology comprehensive test, and I didnt miss one. See what happened was, me and college had a nice long walk monday before finals, and we did some talking and we agreed to go easy on each other so that finals wont be so hard, but when we said our goodbyes and turned to walk away, i pulled out my pocket baseball bat and preceded to beat the living crap out of finals. I knew when to stop when Mr. Finals body stopped convulsing, and the blood stopped flowing from his orifices. But i just for good measure, i bought a "sportka" car and cut Mr. Finals head off.
Thats Me with the bat (yes, yes, i know i bare a striking resemblence to George Bush) and thats Mr. Finals limp body on the ground. This picture is courtesy of the best search engine on the planet...
