Coño, Compost Pit, Constipation
Here’s a secret: I never thought I’d actually enjoy Comm Res 101. Yesterday nga, there was a brief heated argument on what daw exactly defines the “coño” persona of students. So like, hell was raised when a triad in class was pursuing a problem on “constructing the coño,” who had the initial assumption that coños daw have this certain type of twang in their pananalita.
Unang-una, I was like, I don’t think so. For me lang, I think ang coño eh yung people who have this kind of hangin na hindi mo ma-find sa of course, classes D and E. It’s not just in the manner of speech, or their bizarre lingo that labels them coño. I would likely conclude, or rather theorize someone as coño if and only if he/she has, like, evidence.
You know what I mean, right? I mean, you could be blurting your dumb American teenage girl twang, but you ain’t coño for me. I believe dapat may iPod, laptop, state-of-the-art cell phone, kotse, and socialite ka (in short, fuckin sikat), to be shaped as coño, you know.
But definitely, it was a nice icebreaker for this class. Hehe. I embarrassed myself though by suppressing my yawn but eventually belching it later, WHILE the professor was lecturing. God, what a shame, I didn’t mean to, Ma’am. And really, I never thought the reverberation would be that loud.
It reminded me of my sophomore high experience where our class adviser was collecting our notebooks individually and alphabetically. And so I was last to be called, and had to rush something down in my pad. When he called my name, I was so startled I folded it immediately and hurled it like a boomerang to the teacher, in his face! He too was startled as I was, such that he baptized me as “Mr. Flying Notebook.” The afternoon after, I approached him for an apology.
Really, I can’t control this bad-boy moron inside of me.
I’m not coño, but it’s kind of insulting, you think. Spare the coños from, like, prejudice!
I maybe schizophrenic. Preserve our kind, you have no one to laugh at if we get extinct, you imbeciles! Don’t call them imbeciles, that’s slanderous. This is freedom of expression, you jerk! Did you just call me a jerk? Yeah, what if I did, huh? Ha?! You son of a-