When it really comes down to it, I don't ask for much. A good meal here and there. Maybe a drink or two during the evening. The presence of at least one master maniupulator in the new season of Survivor. Periodic contact with my friends and family.
I'm even willing to entertain requests for help, for guidance, for advice. I'm the guy who will try to fix your computer or walk you home when its late. Even though I have none at the moment, I'd give you some money if you really needed it. And rest assured that I'd never eat a puppy. NEVER.
All that I ask in return for all of this is, please, whatever you do, don't subject me to the pain, the torture, the agony that is speaking in class. It is that which I abhor most!
(This post inspired by the fact that I am on-call in my CivPro class which starts in 20 minutes.)
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what the hell is wrong with eating a puppy. its a delicacy
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