Global Student Poker

I lost 24 hours after checking my rating on that other site yesterday. Thank you Ivan for bitch slapping me back into reality. I’ve got work to do so let’s just cut the chase and get this game on:

B – I’m sorry all your ass kissing didn’t get you the mark you wanted. I’m also sorry you’re sixty and still working on your first degree. But the only thing I’m confused about is your misplaced energy, which keeps you up late writing me emails and complaining and doing everything except the fucking course work.

L – You don’t like the way I talk? I’m from another country you idiot. The world is much larger than this shit-hole fish-bowl you regard as civilization. Try again.

O – Thanks for the chili, but please put away your breasts and g-string. This may get you VIP status with the Greeks, but it will not get you into second year. I may need to make a new course policy for this shit.

W – I’m not an understanding professor? Guess what asshole, you got two extensions and still managed to hand in less than half of the term assignment. I have three kids, a girlfriend and an ex-wife, two car payments, a million dollars in student loans, my own deadlines, and all manner of administrative bullshit to look after in addition to wiping your ass. I think I understand.

M – I feel threatened by you? Yes, your intimidating intellectual prowess and tremendous life experience as a freshmen is overwhelming for me. I’m awake all night with this inferiority complex after being in the same room with you. I get night terrors over it. Bitch, please.

E – You make it sound like my sarcasm is a bad thing. If you don’t like it, how about fuck off and take this same course with Professor Pocket Protector. Don’t be such a pathetic victim.

Welcome back, RYS. You’re right on time.