"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;"
It has had it's ways with me before, but as I return to a familiar battleground, know, Prob & Stats Final, I will fuck your shit up. How's that for eloquent speech?
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;"
It has had it's ways with me before, but as I return to a familiar battleground, know, Prob & Stats Final, I will fuck your shit up. How's that for eloquent speech?
epicurea:
Aw, thanks! We'll see if i get to the SG point. Right now i'm a tentatively hopeful Hopeful. I have to get my first set shot and integrate the whole experience into my Dr. Ruth dreams or at least into a reasonably witty memoir.
epicurea:
How did that ^ post here? I'm such a n00b. How did your final go? Did you fuck it gently with a chainsaw?