INSTRUCTIONS: read the following excerpt about the town idiot and then answer the question below.
STORY:
gonzoe went out with his friend stevo on thursday night. he drank till 2am and went to bed around 3am. he slept 5.5 hours before he had to be at work.
gonzoe is dumb.
on friday night, christina came up from tampa and saw X3 with everyone. then, she crashed on my couch. gonzoe only slept about 7 hours that night.
gonzoe is getting really tired.
on saturday night, gonzoe drove to melbourne to hang with many of his friend's and get crunk. he brought along his friend michelle who had to be back in orlando by 11am. he got crunk, went to bed around 4:30 and was up at 9:00.
by noon on sunday, gonzoe felt like a frigging zombie.
he took two naps, each for an hour, during the day on sunday. he crashed out around 10pm and woke up at 9:30am.
gonzoe feels much better.
QUESTION:
why is gonzoe an idiot?
ANSWER:
because he's going to do it all again this weekend.
gonzoe says:
"you can sleep when you're dead....
or on sunday. whichever comes first."
STORY:
gonzoe went out with his friend stevo on thursday night. he drank till 2am and went to bed around 3am. he slept 5.5 hours before he had to be at work.
gonzoe is dumb.
on friday night, christina came up from tampa and saw X3 with everyone. then, she crashed on my couch. gonzoe only slept about 7 hours that night.
gonzoe is getting really tired.
on saturday night, gonzoe drove to melbourne to hang with many of his friend's and get crunk. he brought along his friend michelle who had to be back in orlando by 11am. he got crunk, went to bed around 4:30 and was up at 9:00.
by noon on sunday, gonzoe felt like a frigging zombie.
he took two naps, each for an hour, during the day on sunday. he crashed out around 10pm and woke up at 9:30am.
gonzoe feels much better.
QUESTION:
why is gonzoe an idiot?
ANSWER:
because he's going to do it all again this weekend.
gonzoe says:
"you can sleep when you're dead....
or on sunday. whichever comes first."
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I just realized that reading your vices over there. Is like staring into my very soul. Or my groin.