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Title: Its Friday. ITS FRIDAY!!! WOO hoo WHOO HOOO! FREAKIN' A!
Post by: ashman on December 05, 2003, 11:37:14 AM
:)  :)  :) HuY ITS da DAY That MaKeS the week WORTH lIvIn'
This time in a week Will be X-Mas break. A woo HOO.
werd,
ash
Title: Its Friday. ITS FRIDAY!!! WOO hoo WHOO HOOO! FREAKIN' A!
Post by: cozy on December 05, 2003, 12:04:12 PM
MEE TOO! Only one final, a group presenatation and a PL/SQL program away from my 3 week xmas bender!!! :cheers:
Title: Its Friday. ITS FRIDAY!!! WOO hoo WHOO HOOO! FREAKIN' A!
Post by: scratch on December 05, 2003, 01:12:41 PM
Alright, just so I don't have to start another thread, someone just showed this to me:

http://www.wreckedexotics.com/
Title: Its Friday. ITS FRIDAY!!! WOO hoo WHOO HOOO! FREAKIN' A!
Post by: yamahonkawazuki on December 06, 2003, 12:03:25 AM
just dont do this (much :mrgreen: )(http://www.wreckedexotics.com/newphotos/weird/weird262.jpg)
Title: Its Friday. ITS FRIDAY!!! WOO hoo WHOO HOOO! FREAKIN' A!
Post by: yamahonkawazuki on December 15, 2003, 07:27:36 PM
Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.

Most were quite sleepy,
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.

Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen their thinking.

In my own apartment,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.

My roomate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.

I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were shot.

I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes were ablur,
I just couldn't study.

"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.

I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.

When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Off
Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
He looked down at me,
And started to bellow:

"What kind of student
Would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?"

"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last minute crams!"

His message delivered,
He vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing
Outside in the night.

"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best,
Happy Finals to All,
And to All, a Good Test!"