World's not fair, is it?
Now, normally I'm sympathetic to your plight, but in that particular thread you gave me a hard time for my digression. Even gave me an F. All I ever do is digress, and no one ever gives me an F over it. Except you. So you get no sympathy from me for your ten death points.
so, if one of your students gives a brilliant essay but the essay completely ignores the assignment, you don't give him an F?
haha. Good point.
Peer-reviewed publications are probably a better example. They get rejected for many reasons. Mostly mine have been accepted, but I've actually had them rejected for being too verbose and rambling. Can you believe that?
Oh, and I voted 5+. Not that I do nowadays, but I was answering as an 18-year-old angus. Back in the day, boy let me tell you. I could stand it up on command, and toss one out several times per day, every day. I could choke it while driving a car, or while speaking on the phone. I could make it happen on an elevator ride. Between floors. I've spanked it on Kaibob Trail in the Grand Canyon and I've spanked it on Goat Island between Horseshoe Falls and American Falls, as 35 million gallons of water swept past me every minute. I've spanked it in a forest in Tennessee and I've spanked it on a mountaintop in Peru. I've peeled one off chest-deep in the Atlantic Ocean, only to have my manly essence consumed by hungry fishes. I've let one fly off the balcony of the 26th floor of a tall building in Manhattan, spraying juice onto the city streets below. I once had my girlfriend spank me in a public library. In a room full of people quietly reading. She dragged up a chair beside mine and, with my jacket draped over my lap, we made it happen. Matter of fact, that was pretty much the first thing I'd go for on a first date. Hey baby, before we sit down to dinner, or see a show, why don't we just have you roll my rocks so's I won't be distracted all night long, nodding and pretending to listen to what you're saying? And if I didn't meet with success I'd excuse myself for about three minutes, taking the opportunity to do what I'd be doing anyway, if I'd stayed home that evening.
Ah, the joys of youth. The strength of youth. It passes too quickly, boys. Abuse it before you lose it.
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