![]() 03/27/2016 at 03:09 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
Because I just remembered how painful pulling a calf muscle is. Fuuuuucking ouchie. Damn my existence on this mortal coil.
![]() 03/27/2016 at 03:20 |
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*screams like the band director that he is*
TOES UP! TOES UP! DAMMIT I WANNA SEE THE BOTTOM OF YOUR FEET WHEN YOU MARCH FORWARD!
*deep breath, composes self*
And that is why I teach middle school.
![]() 03/27/2016 at 03:25 |
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*throws music stand*
![]() 03/27/2016 at 03:46 |
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I wish everyone did marching band so upstairs neighbors could be quiet when they walk around their apartment.
![]() 03/27/2016 at 12:20 |
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I wish I could give you a thousand stars for that.
I was a Resident Advisor in college. The dorm had concrete floors. When heavy-footed people would stomp their way down the hall, you could hear it four doors down, one floor up, and one floor down. I can’t tell you how many times I had to tell people to either walk softly or put on a pair of shoes. Of course, it was usually at 2:00 am.
![]() 03/28/2016 at 11:12 |
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fat me relishes every friday night and the indoor soccer league of mid 30s that play :D
saturday me does not love the way my ankles cease to function correctly