"Hol up I’m bout 2 beat dis bitch ass"
WHY HE THE FINAL BOSS DOE I CAN’T
In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.
I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.
so glad finals aren’t a thing for me anymore, having them again is going to be a bitch
IM FUCKING DYING YO