Back in my day, we had this place called the library. Now, I’m not talking about the bar or the strip joint, I’m talking about the place where you go to read books. What’s with the stupified look? You don’t know what books are? What, they don’t teach you about books in your history class? Well, I suppose that’s less important than memorizing the list of Presidents’ names. How many is it now anyway? 250? Why is that so important? By this time next year, you’ll forget all but about 10 of them. So let’s get back to BOOKS. A book is made out of paper and has lots of pages with typed words on them for you to read. Some of them tell a story and…do you kids have any idea what I’m talking about? No, you can’t play a game! I’m trying to teach you about something important! I don’t care if it’s boring! What’s paper?!?! What are my taxes paying for? It seems like all they’re teaching you kids is how to play games and be bored about shit!
– Written by Mr. T on August 12, 2011