It was another one of those Fridays. I was looking forward to finishing Brief Calculus my one and only last day of the week class. The teacher was incessantly droning on about duck hunting, his college days, and derivatives. The tag on the pant-leg of my Aéropostale pants felt strange. I looked around the curve of the brown classroom desk and remembered there was no tag on my pant leg. The only thing on my pant-leg was the remains of someone’s chewed-up bright green gum.
Message to People (this includes you): DON’T STICK YOUR STUPID GUM UNDERNEATH DESKS. THERE ARE RECEPTACLES CALLED TRASH CANS FOR THROWING AWAY SUCH THINGS. IF I FIND OUT IT WAS YOU, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BATHE YOU AND ALL YOUR CLOTHES, SHOES, AND ANYTHING ELSE I CAN FIND IN GUM.
Thank you.
ROFL! I hate when that happens :-)
Argh! I hate gum too. Every single desk in every school I’ve been to invariably has gum under it.
It is very rude to pop and chew it obscenely. I think people in the work place should not be allowed to chew it. Some people can’t even talk with it. I wish people here could get fined for it I would laugh my -ss off!