So we were sitting in class today

arialenelove:

margaretthemagicdragon:

and my U.S. History teacher was trying to get us to understand why it was such a big deal that England had put a tax on colonial sugar, and he goes,

"What if you had to pay a tax every time you logged onto wifi?"

And the whole class just went

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and I heard at least two people whisper “I would murder someone”

I will keep reblogging this in the name of historical science

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It’s all Lisa’s fault

That’s right, I’m calling out that …, (well, actually she’s nothing but awesome), Lisa, also known as TheMissCook. That stupid #alwaysgorunning hashtag got stuck in my head.  I didn’t get enough sleep last night.  I worked 11 hours today because my audit is next week.  My bonus, my performance, hell, my job are all predicated on the successful outcome of next week’s antics.

I went running anyways.  Somewhere in goddamn Ohio, Lisa is smiling.

S. M. D. H.

In fairness, it was a shit run.  I suffered mild cardiac arrest, my limbs wanted to know what the fuck I was thinking.  But I kept going until Five Finger Death Punch’s Momma Said Knock You Out carried me through three miles.

Found out the Spartan is four, not three miles.  Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.  I have 18 weeks to add about a mile and a half to two miles to my distance, AND work out more.  I now have a goal.

All this is healthy and stuff, therefore, again, I blame Lisa. Bein’ all role modelish and stuff with her tenacity and shit.  Unbelievable.  This body was built to be an amusement park, not a goddamn temple!

So that was a rant.  Hope you enjoyed it.

Disclaimer - Lisa, the wonderful Miss Cook, did NOTHING to earn any of the aforementioned bullshit.  I just have a secret crush on her because she’s crazy wonderful.  But for God’s Sake, DON’T TELL HER!  It’ll be our little secret.  Because I can trust you, right?  Riiiiiight?

And, (smirk all you want to you little Ohio delinquent), Always Go Running.