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[daf]

deep in the bedrock underneath his stoke newington residence, our hero (and the sworn enemy of capital letters) crazymeandave is relaxing with a book whilst reading a beer.

"holy catfish fatman!" dobbin exclaims as he bursts into the room, "you've an exam in less than 13 hours and you've not even drawn up a revision schedule."
"listen here, you 63 chromosoned quadrupedal freak," dave dave retorts, "i might be bad at organising my time in an efficient and sensible manner, but i'm even worse at writing humorous live journal posts"


edit: 11:10am
crazymeandave strolled nonchalantly into the exam hall, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that he was 10 minutes late and some of his colleagues were already well into the first question.

a small bit of mathematical boredom later, at 10:40, he asks to leave the exam, effectively condemning any late comers to resitting the exam in the summer.

Comments

[kitch-kash.livejournal.com]

i didn't expect you're going to answer that, dude (:
i'm starting to feel sorry for organized people,
i prefer CHAOS