Poor self-esteem. *pets*
So, my self-esteem took a slight beating last night. Here’s the scene: its English Language School time, Eric is preparing a devotional. I’ve got a whiteboard, and with a dry-erase marker I draw something close to this on the board:
I think we can all agree that this is *PLAINLY* a picture of a ship. Or boat. sea-going vessel. you get the idea.
I was standing in front of the whiteboard as I drew this masterpiece.
I hear the voice of Mitsuo, the 60-something Japanese gentleman that comes to ELS with greater consistency than anyone I’ve ever known. He says, “move out the way. I can’t see the animal.”
At that moment. A part of my MSpaint/whiteboard/whatever artist-soul died.
Why I Will Never Have A Girlfriend - Poor guy. Some guys say this, but this guy proves it. Bummer.
geriatrophile… write that down.
the next dateline nbc investigavitive reporting: geriatrophiles. instead of using the internet to track down the creeps, they’ll use… the bridge strategy column of the newspaper?.
asblh
all i’ve got to say is that Mitsuo never disappoints, whether with comments like that one or his mastery of the hokey pokey…
Nice. Tell your japanese friend: Maidane.
Its the japanese equivalent of buthyaar.
Call me for pronunciation because I’m sure your whitie instincts will screw it up.