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You guys. We have a bit of an emergency. I need help. SHE CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS CAPTAIN.
I was sitting in my Counseling & Negotiations class, being all prim and proper and typing with my pinkies in the air like the lady that I am, when my professor, acknowledging that the room was quite warm and had been quite warm for all of our class sessions, said, “You may wear tank tops to class from now on if you want.”
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:-O
This was me when I heard him say that.
...WHAT.
YOU GUYS.
Tank tops.
To class.
At law school.
THIS CANNOT STAND.
>:(
It’s total anarchy over here, you guys. Words cannot capture my outrage. So I shall let these images convey my displeasure instead.
BOY WATCHU TALKIN BOUT.
Ugh. FML.
Please...no. Don't do this.
Clearly, the Prof is doing this just to mock me. He is the worst man. :C This is the worst thing to happen to anyone ever.
HALP I NEED AN ADULT.
…Okay, so this one has nothing to do with anything. It’s just Leonardo DiCaprio ironing on a roof.
But it’s necessary.
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Just…just trust me on this.
(It’s not as good as Happy Leo With A Bucket, but still.)
…For the geniuses that’ll inevitably try to pee on this, yes, I realize the prof wasn’t serious. OKAY. THAT IS THE JOKE. YOU JUST RUINED EVERYTHING FOR EVERYONE.
>:(
This is why we can’t have nice things on this blog.
