In school we learn that it's super important to write on the line with a pen and how to make fun explosions with inert gases... but none of these gray social worker goblins teach you how to make someone cum SO HARD that you can't years later gets hot lunch delivered by the person
You have to teach yourself all that with some mangy, Czechoslovakian non-fiction books... or what do I know... martial arts, dude. Sure, it's nice when I'm called a "victim" by five half-strong Mulucks at night, they offer me a tenner if I hit first... and then I pull out a dodgeball... like I learned at school... Still It would be nicer to say to the leader:
"Do you like Italian food?"
"Huh, why?"
"Because your pear is about to turn into tortellini..."
...and then executing a flawless Bulgarian spin kick from a standing start... then picking up his spilled can of Fanta Zero and dumping it all over him while you tell your confused friends a gruesome story about an old man who had only forks instead of hands after a horrible accident... and – without looking at them – to FEEL their blood run cold and slowly move away.
Long story short, our school system needs a drastic overhaul.
So that in 20 years we won't have millions of smug Wimps calling for their mom when the internet goes down for 20 seconds or when the postman misgenders the pet ("Maurice-Eugenius sees himself as an omnisexual rodent with a bipolar tendency, they NAZI!»)… but real people.
Who can still fuck and fight.
(via Snickers for left-handers)