In High School we had a substitute teacher who was old, hard of hearing, maybe a little senile...His name was Mr. Rector.
"Mr. Rectum, I have a question!"
HAHA my friend has an math teacher who is a Wigger, he said before he came to our school, he was "Makin Mad Coin In Da Bronx"
He - (Simón Bolívar) - was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finishing line. The rest was darkness. "Damn it," He sighed. "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"
So what’s the labyrinth?
That’s the mystery isn’t it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape - the world, or, the end of it?
