breakfast at dinner

BREAKFAST AT DINNER

It's about 2 days away from the due date of my Constitution and Administrative Law assignment. Exact time of handing it over would be Friday between 10am to 12pm.
*In guffaw*

I'm about midway through my last thousand words and it's all over... hang on abit, I'll get to the point after a longwinded narrative! Keep your pants on!

Where was I? Ah, yes.
As you all know, I'm have a frightfully short attention span for things relating to assignments and studying. Now I wished i finished it a week ago. BOO!

Fine, I'll skip to the punchline if you insist. Now, would you stop making such inherent and horrid noise while I'm trying to talk?!

Because the constitution of countries like the UK and Malaysia are so long winded, unresponsive... hang on a bit, It's not the constitution that's the problem really... It's the persons working in the false pretext of serving his/her nation. From what my learned collegue had pointed out to me a few days ago, the constitution is actually quite wonderful. Almost to the extent that one might call utopian-like.
*further guffaw*

No, utopia is not a country somewhere in Africa... You're thinking of Ethiopia. Twit.

Anyway, my point is that if we weren't governed by scared, shrivelled up, cowering old men
(or false pretexted government servant-monkeys, whatever makes you happy...) our nation would be undoubtedly happy, healthy and all that jazz.

And my point? My brain is on the fritz because I have to make sense of all these disillusioned rules and regulations so far fucked up by our "superiors" (apes).

Therefore, Fritziness equals disability to function coherently thereby causing myself to make pancakes with MY special peach sauce, which is a breakfast food to be eaten in the morning, at 8pm, PEE EMM which means post meridian (or something like that) and in orang biasa terms: Night, malam, noche, eh... what's 'night' in chinese?

Don't you all feel hungry now? *smirks*

Love,
Sha of the Brain Fritzicality.

Sidenote:
-If there were a word making class. I would be teaching it. HAHAHAH!!!
-I still hadn't gotten around to speaking english with the fockwit. Must do it soon. In hopes that he checks his damn email.