When all else fails?
Again I have been forced to answer myself the question of what to do when ideas run out. Not that they have as yet, but the current situation in which I find myself is looking less glamourous by the day. For instance, what does one do when encountering stress caused by the kidnapping of one's stress chicken. It has been five days now and I have not recieved any indication at all of where Jiblets has got to, nor what task is required of me for his return.
It is not common to find me swearing loudly, but I am rather tempted at the moment. What has a sizeable portion of this planet's population got against people that are a little bit different?
Or are 23 year old male mathematics teachers who enjoy thier job immediately to be classified as loonie bin material and thus discarded without any semblance of a trial? Either way, the situation is not an overly pleasing one.
So here I issue a warning to people of the world who consider themselves socially important or superior: my patience with you is wearing dangerously thin. One of you has already been on the recieving end of my imagination. Be warned that this was a friendly act of retribution, not all of you will be so lucky. Be that as it may, I remain a forgiving man (which may prove to be my greatest weakness?) so I give you a week to make amends. Just one suggestion that you are capable of repentance and all shall be forgiven, just ONE.
You have one week, from today. ONE WEEK. Not that you read this of course. Even if you were capable of using a search-engine, I assume that your lack of grey matter would direct you immediately to the silly photographs of what you have done in the past. Then you ask yourself where the other pictures are. I only post tasteful material here - take a hint for once in your lives. You have one week, do not waste this opportunity.
And those of you who pause to ask what it is I ultimately desire...?
I want Jiblets safely returned for one... that would be nice.
And then... maybe this is too much to ask (?) I would like some basic RESPECT.
This and no more.
You have one week.
3 Comments:
Bloody bastards! And good for you, sometimes even chicken have to roar.
It would appear that the enemies of Von Jiblets are greater cowards than I ever imagined. This morning I recieved an anonymous tip-off about where to find him. He was a little bit dirtier than usual and not looking particularly pleased, but he is now safe again.
Next time, there will be no warning from me, just action. It has gone too far without retribution. Those who choose to test the patience of the nerd shall soon bear witness to the wrath of the chicken!
Now wouldn't that make a really odd movie script!
As I have always maintained, one has to be more on the looney bin side of the fence to even be a teacher, let alone a maths one. We are, after all, little more than frustrated actors playing to a hostile audience.
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