1. Take down my vote for Hillary yard sign and bumper sticker (apparently people didn't get the sarcasm and actually voted for her)
2. Start a rally called Americans for First Ladies not First men
3. Quit my job and go on welfare (I'll make more money than my current job)
4. Sell my stock in Kaiser
5. Heck, sell all of my stocks
6. Start petition signups to impeach Hillary immediately. Why? No clue. Maybe we could put something in it about the 25 amendment.
7. Forget RFCN and start LAH blog (Laugh at Hillary)
8. Move to Cuba, where at least I know I can see a doctor
9. Get a license plate cover that says "Hillary... proof not every woman is attractive or desirable"
10. Prepare for the tribulation... the Antichrist?
Sheesh, my hands shake just thinking about it. Where's Ron Paul? Come give me a hug little buddy...
10/26/07
Funny Stories: The Birthday Brat
Ok, so to answer a question most people have, yes, life is different being a twin. And for one thing, being a twin means you share the same birthday. Here's one birthday story.
So a while ago, Rich and I had a birthday which we hadn't really planned for in terms of buying each other presents. That tends to happen a lot when you are a twin and only anticipate your own birthday. So this particular birthday, I improvised and gave Richard 10 dollars in cash. He admitted the birthday and snuck up on him as well. He took the 10 dollars, reached into his wallet and gave me 5 dollars back and said "happy birthday".
So a while ago, Rich and I had a birthday which we hadn't really planned for in terms of buying each other presents. That tends to happen a lot when you are a twin and only anticipate your own birthday. So this particular birthday, I improvised and gave Richard 10 dollars in cash. He admitted the birthday and snuck up on him as well. He took the 10 dollars, reached into his wallet and gave me 5 dollars back and said "happy birthday".
10/25/07
Scientific words
Hailmary-csmackia
The feeling you get when you have thrown a football with all your might and discover it is right on course to smack a new car square in the hood.
speednspreadia
The feeling you get in a debate round when you just discovered you wasted 6 minutes on 2 out of the 10 points you had to cover in your speech.
uhohbia
The feeling you get when you just strapped into a 60 mph plus rollarcoaster and you see rusty bolts holding you into your seat.
nooooooophobia
The feeling you get right before you smash your thumb with a hammer.
Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia
The fear of the number 666.
numagetio
The feeling you get when you realize you just had an entire conversation with someone, calling them by the wrong name the whole time.
google-phobia
The feeling you get when you realize you sent a very incriminating email and accidentally selected "reply all".
feudin-namio
The feeling you get when you start on a long car ride with someone you haven't driven with before and you realize they have no idea how to drive.
gayus-travus phobia
The feeling you get when you realize you are sitting next to Travis and he likes to act gay.
The feeling you get when you have thrown a football with all your might and discover it is right on course to smack a new car square in the hood.
speednspreadia
The feeling you get in a debate round when you just discovered you wasted 6 minutes on 2 out of the 10 points you had to cover in your speech.
uhohbia
The feeling you get when you just strapped into a 60 mph plus rollarcoaster and you see rusty bolts holding you into your seat.
nooooooophobia
The feeling you get right before you smash your thumb with a hammer.
Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia
The fear of the number 666.
numagetio
The feeling you get when you realize you just had an entire conversation with someone, calling them by the wrong name the whole time.
google-phobia
The feeling you get when you realize you sent a very incriminating email and accidentally selected "reply all".
feudin-namio
The feeling you get when you start on a long car ride with someone you haven't driven with before and you realize they have no idea how to drive.
gayus-travus phobia
The feeling you get when you realize you are sitting next to Travis and he likes to act gay.
flatt-caro phobia
The feeling you get when you have to make a sudden stop on the freeway because your exit is backed up and the semi behind you has no chance of stopping in time.
atomophobia
fear of nuclear explosions
The feeling you get when you have to make a sudden stop on the freeway because your exit is backed up and the semi behind you has no chance of stopping in time.
atomophobia
fear of nuclear explosions
The feeling you get when Hillary Clinton walks by you.
thanatofobia
The feeling you get when you accidentally set the couch on fire.
ownofobia
The fear of getting owned.
ownofobia
The fear of getting owned.
Darkest Secret Contest
RFCN is having a "darkest secret contest". So if you think you have some first class dirt on yourself or anybody else, send it to reallyfunnyclassnotes@gmail.com. Just send your name, the name of the person you are telling us about, and why they wouldn't want anyone to know about it.
Requirements
1 must be someone we know or might know
2 must be so bad you wouldn't even tell your mom
Extreme extra points for dirt given about FCN authors.
The winner will get his/her dirt posted on RFCN provided it meets some basic requirements.
Requirements
1 must be someone we know or might know
2 must be so bad you wouldn't even tell your mom
Extreme extra points for dirt given about FCN authors.
The winner will get his/her dirt posted on RFCN provided it meets some basic requirements.
10/24/07
Yes Chris, Figure Skating is a Sport
There is an erroneous idea going around that Figure Skating is not a sport. Frankly, I am astonished that anyone could start such fabrications, and I am further amazed that people believe them. It’s one thing to believe that baseball is not a sport (that I can understand) – but this is ridiculous.
Clearly, Figure Skating has been misrepresented. You would think that recent movies like “Blades of Glory” and “Ice Princess” would have given some dignity to skating and inspired more respect. Go figure. (Hahaha, get it? Go figure? You know… *ahem*)
As a life-long figure skater myself, I feel that I am not only qualified, but I am compelled to speak out against this injustice toward my fellow skaters. I take it upon myself to stand up for the talented women and… women… who skate. To tell the truth in a world of lies; to start protests in our nation’s capitol – and to boldly skate where no figure skater has skated before: the hockey arena.
Since the vast majority of Americans believe that hockey is a sport, I decided to visit our ugly-step-brother in an attempt to learn why they get to be on TV in bars and we don’t. And so, after receiving a large number of bruises and verbal insults, I was able to identify three distinctive characteristics that make hockey a sport.
- Hockey involves running into people
- Hockey involves fighting
- Hockey involves wearing numbers
Even a minimal amount of hockey viewing will tell you that these are the most important parts of the sport. (There is that other part about knocking an inanimate object back and forth with sticks, but according to the hockey players I interviewed, that wasn’t nearly as big a deal as the other criteria – especially number two.) Having identified these as the most important parts of hockey, I will now proceed to demonstrate how figure skating, like hockey, is also a sport.
Running into people
No contest. Figure skaters are always running into other skaters (sometimes it's even on purpose). The following photo demonstrates the style in which we take other skaters out:
Chuck Norris would be proud.
Fights
Ever heard of Tonya Harding? Or how about Jamie Sale & David Pelletier (who fought with the Russian pair team over the gold medal)?
Although just naming those examples should be way more than enough, I’d like to point out that the fight over the gold medal at the 2002 Olympics was started because of (in the words of the International Herald Tribune) “misconduct by a French judge.” [See:http://www.iht.com/articles/2002/02/16/oclarey_ed3_.php]
Tell me that’s not better than any hockey fight.
(And those, by the way, were all fights at competitions. Fights back at the home rink can get pretty nasty too -- like just last week when this one girl told Patrick that his new costume made him look fat...)Wearing numbers
We wear numbers all the time! Ever seen those t-shirts that say, “I *heart*
10/22/07
Mistakes we haven't made
Well, so far you know that the authors of RFCN are truthful, good looking, and out to provide a alternative to FCN. But one thing you may not have known is that we are humble. So humble in fact, we'd like to talk about our mistakes... mistakes we haven't made that is. Since we never make mistakes, we thought we should make a list of mistakes we almost made. So without further udada:
Never use the sting relief packet for non-bee stings
The sting relief packet in standard first aid kits is not for sting that comes from open wounds... it's for bee stings. It will actually be the source of stinging beyond your imagination if you use it for non-bee related stinging.
Never volunteer without knowing what it is for
This is true for almost anything, especially in war, debate class and chemistry (science) class/experiments.
Never ask a girl how her day "really" was
You know in a conversation when you say: Hi? How are you? And everyone always says: Great/Fine/Good/OK/etc ? Unless you have a free hour, don't ask for the truth about how they feel or how they are doing.
Never test how far you can push some guy who is bigger
Yes, we've all done it. Just push the big soft guy around. I have a smashed head (that I never got because I don't make mistakes) that says... maybe that's a bad idea.
Never embarrass a teacher in front of her/his class
Oh yeah, bad idea. Unless you plan on acing her class with 100% and a newly founded bias against you, don't say something out of your league. Teachers always have a way of getting the upper hand. (Of course, we'd encourage challenging teachers in their doctrine, just overkill/embarrassment always comes back to bite)
Never challenge or diss someone about something you haven't seen them do
No matter how great you are, Murphy's law says you'll trash talk to the one ping-pong pro or arm-wrestling champion in the State. Wrestling's a killer. Never size someone up by how they look in wrestling, the littlest guy will end up being a wrestling technique teacher.
Never challenge someone in a sport or competition you've never played
Once again, this is a great way to get beat by a 6 year old girl. Unless you have a great idea what you are doing, save your words before you eat them. Not that I've been beat by a 6 year old or anything. (wink wink)
Never fall for the crud about asking the girl's best friend how the girl feels about you
This was invented so that the girl could have an automatic alert anytime anyone was interested in her enough to want to know what she thought of them. Think about it, they are best friends. Do you really think her best friend won't tell her? Never ever ask the best friend without paying her off.
And finally, never start a blog off by saying you'll be better than one of the best blogs you've read. Even if you do well, all you get is bias against your site.
Never use the sting relief packet for non-bee stings
The sting relief packet in standard first aid kits is not for sting that comes from open wounds... it's for bee stings. It will actually be the source of stinging beyond your imagination if you use it for non-bee related stinging.
Never volunteer without knowing what it is for
This is true for almost anything, especially in war, debate class and chemistry (science) class/experiments.
Never ask a girl how her day "really" was
You know in a conversation when you say: Hi? How are you? And everyone always says: Great/Fine/Good/OK/etc ? Unless you have a free hour, don't ask for the truth about how they feel or how they are doing.
Never test how far you can push some guy who is bigger
Yes, we've all done it. Just push the big soft guy around. I have a smashed head (that I never got because I don't make mistakes) that says... maybe that's a bad idea.
Never embarrass a teacher in front of her/his class
Oh yeah, bad idea. Unless you plan on acing her class with 100% and a newly founded bias against you, don't say something out of your league. Teachers always have a way of getting the upper hand. (Of course, we'd encourage challenging teachers in their doctrine, just overkill/embarrassment always comes back to bite)
Never challenge or diss someone about something you haven't seen them do
No matter how great you are, Murphy's law says you'll trash talk to the one ping-pong pro or arm-wrestling champion in the State. Wrestling's a killer. Never size someone up by how they look in wrestling, the littlest guy will end up being a wrestling technique teacher.
Never challenge someone in a sport or competition you've never played
Once again, this is a great way to get beat by a 6 year old girl. Unless you have a great idea what you are doing, save your words before you eat them. Not that I've been beat by a 6 year old or anything. (wink wink)
Never fall for the crud about asking the girl's best friend how the girl feels about you
This was invented so that the girl could have an automatic alert anytime anyone was interested in her enough to want to know what she thought of them. Think about it, they are best friends. Do you really think her best friend won't tell her? Never ever ask the best friend without paying her off.
And finally, never start a blog off by saying you'll be better than one of the best blogs you've read. Even if you do well, all you get is bias against your site.
10/18/07
Pinochle of blog success
In a recent comment, I was appalled to see that someone claimed we had not reached the penuckle of blog success. You see, if FCN reached the pinecal of blog success by the creation of RFCN in their post, than we definitely reached the peenicle by the creation of this little runoff wannabe bible site http://reallyfunnyclassnotes.blogpsot.com/ (that is not our site) . You see, RFCN was created to spite FCN and has been nothing but trouble and dissing for FCN; it's more the pinnacle of a thorn in your side. If anything, we just tried to reveal how easy their path to success was, and how Travis will never find love. The bible site, however, was actually created to steal some of our massive amounts of traffic. I can’t believe they would think our readers are dumb enough to mix up “spot” and psot”. One of the authors of FCN was dumb enough, but our readers are different; they have RFCN on their favorites menu.
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You do have RFCN on your favorites menu don’t you? Or have you run into this site before?
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Wait, maybe it’s a bad time to find out how much our readers hate us during our penical of success post. (Not that our readers don’t already tell us how much they hate our posts.)
Wait, maybe that's the pinnucle of blog success! When we have nothing but hate mail in our comments! People don't bother reaching into the sewers to pull a bum up and tell him he's a bum, they go for the successful, famous people. Just look at the magazines on the stands, nothing but popular people are talked about. We reached success through jealously! Although, I don't remember being in people magazine recently.
...
Well, that doesn't really explain Chris. But then again, nothing really explains Chris. His humor preferences are rather inconsistent.
Maybe that was the peinical of blog success? The day Chris said he liked one of our posts?
Chris doesn't like our posts anymore... forget that one...
Ok, maybe our success comes from the lack of encouragement in our comments. The people we are trying to have fun with and get to read our site, already do! They read it and feel no need to comment... they just laugh about the horrible comments 10 year olds are leaving on our site.
Do you think we are trying too hard to be successful?
Nah, admitting that wouldn't be any fun... we are RFCN after all.
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You do have RFCN on your favorites menu don’t you? Or have you run into this site before?
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Wait, maybe it’s a bad time to find out how much our readers hate us during our penical of success post. (Not that our readers don’t already tell us how much they hate our posts.)
Wait, maybe that's the pinnucle of blog success! When we have nothing but hate mail in our comments! People don't bother reaching into the sewers to pull a bum up and tell him he's a bum, they go for the successful, famous people. Just look at the magazines on the stands, nothing but popular people are talked about. We reached success through jealously! Although, I don't remember being in people magazine recently.
...
Well, that doesn't really explain Chris. But then again, nothing really explains Chris. His humor preferences are rather inconsistent.
Maybe that was the peinical of blog success? The day Chris said he liked one of our posts?
Chris doesn't like our posts anymore... forget that one...
Ok, maybe our success comes from the lack of encouragement in our comments. The people we are trying to have fun with and get to read our site, already do! They read it and feel no need to comment... they just laugh about the horrible comments 10 year olds are leaving on our site.
Do you think we are trying too hard to be successful?
Nah, admitting that wouldn't be any fun... we are RFCN after all.
A Girl? Funny? Ha!
Last week I joined the LAW. Being a part of the LAW is tough. It requires more than just physical stamina. It requires mental strength. And I don’t mean I-can-survive-being-cross-examined-by-Cody strength, what I mean is an invisible force. A power in your mind so strong that you are able to look deep inside and admit that you really DO want to listen to the “High School Musical” soundtrack over and over again. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s the kind of strength you need when you join the LAW: Lame Anonymous Women.
I wish I could say that the “lame” stood for “crippled or physically disabled.” Heck, I’d even be okay with “a person who is out of touch with modern fads or trends” [Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Retrieved October 11, 2007, from Dictionary.com] But alas, when I say lame, I mean hopelessly, pathetically, downright not funny.
Women are generally held to be unfunny – probably because women generally ARE unfunny. Yes, there are some who break out of the mold and climb to heights the rest of us only dream about… but I mean, when was the last time you saw a good female comedian? And when was the last time you watched a comedy that starred Angelina Jolie? (Forgive me if I bring up a painful memory, I’m just trying to make a point). Seriously though, think of the last really funny movie you watched that starred a woman. If it’s not “Legally Blonde” I will be impressed. Speaking of, why do we laugh at “Legally Blonde”? Mainly, because it makes fun of… well, blondes. That cute lawyer really doesn’t have anything clever to say. Instead, she says everything that is contrary to intelligence in general – and it’s that mass of unintelligence that makes us incredibly sophisticated debaters laugh.
Unfortunately, I find myself in Reese Witherspoon’s shoes: the object of laughter, but not humorous by any means.
It’s a hard fact to live with, and I was in denial for a long time. Until one day it hit me: a 68-mph-slap-shot hockey puck. It hit my head so hard that it literally knocked me off my skates (admittedly an easy thing to do). When I came to, I could hear the sound of laughter. Laughter that I had become so accustomed to attributing to my (as I thought of it) amazingly witty humor. My life flashed before my eyes. I could see all my little school friends laughing at the kid wearing a white turtle-neck and jean jumper – me. All of my debate rounds where I actually thought that the free market was a real thing. All of those gtalk conversations when Chris typed in those fatal, but truthful words: that’s lame.
That’s when I decided to join LAW. They told me I had to admit I have a problem before I can fix it (extensive amounts of research have been done on the Government to prove this). So I summed up the courage to stand up and say, “Hi, I’m here because I’m… not funny.” And everyone clapped for me. Except one girl, who said, “Life isn’t about being funny you know. There are plenty of amazing people who aren’t funny. Like lawyers.”
She’s no longer with us.
10/16/07
I.. I... I just don't know!
Well... every time I go to post, I just can't do it. I can't bare to risk it. To be honest, people like our posts right now and I don't want to mess that up. For the first time in the history of our site, Chris has been nice to us, Mommy G completely stopped commenting (probably because she does not read out site anymore, but that's ok.) and even Adrialian has said some positive things about us.
It just... it just broke our hearts. I don't know what to do anymore. It sorta took away all of our motivation. Our whole site was built from fire. It's like asking someone who has only known war to live in a peaceful society. I feel like a guy having tea and knitting with 50 women. I feel like a wild Indian sitting inside a huge theater watching Beethovens 9th. I feel like Travis looking for love.
Well... either that or I didnt' have time.
It just... it just broke our hearts. I don't know what to do anymore. It sorta took away all of our motivation. Our whole site was built from fire. It's like asking someone who has only known war to live in a peaceful society. I feel like a guy having tea and knitting with 50 women. I feel like a wild Indian sitting inside a huge theater watching Beethovens 9th. I feel like Travis looking for love.
Well... either that or I didnt' have time.
10/11/07
If you're flying through the air with nothing to save you, smile
So I had a dream last night.
I was flying through the air on a seat and a handheld rocket propeller. The rocket propeller was closest related to rocketeers little pack thingy. Except, I was holding this thing in my hand and flying through the air. Then, suddenly, my seat and rocket propeller disconnect from me. I am now 10,000 feet high in the air with nothing to help me fly. Not good, not good at all... So, after I pulled myself together, I began to dive towards my only hope for survival in a massive amount of speed, much like Spiderman's dive for Mary Jane, except mine was cooler -- much cooler. So a minute or two pass by and I spot my rocket pack next to me. It took me a while to figure out how to steer to the right while falling at would now be... a couple hundred miles per hour. I finally catch the pack and put in on it just the right time. With a hundred feet left I push "full speed" and prepare to pull up in a massive amount of speed. My pack never started. The next thing I remember was SPLAT! maybe it would have been more... KA-SPLAT! Actually it was probably Ka-body.decimates.into.a.flat.redish-looking.pancake-splat!
Well, I am so thankful my body feels the need to make dreams real for me... I woke up the second I hit the ground and couldn't move my body. I was in shock for at least a minute.
How the heck did my mind figure out what it would feel like to fall through the air panicking? Geeez it's like the evil genius computer that searches its database for something to destroy the world with and get around all the defenses.
I've freaken died almost every night this week!
I was flying through the air on a seat and a handheld rocket propeller. The rocket propeller was closest related to rocketeers little pack thingy. Except, I was holding this thing in my hand and flying through the air. Then, suddenly, my seat and rocket propeller disconnect from me. I am now 10,000 feet high in the air with nothing to help me fly. Not good, not good at all... So, after I pulled myself together, I began to dive towards my only hope for survival in a massive amount of speed, much like Spiderman's dive for Mary Jane, except mine was cooler -- much cooler. So a minute or two pass by and I spot my rocket pack next to me. It took me a while to figure out how to steer to the right while falling at would now be... a couple hundred miles per hour. I finally catch the pack and put in on it just the right time. With a hundred feet left I push "full speed" and prepare to pull up in a massive amount of speed. My pack never started. The next thing I remember was SPLAT! maybe it would have been more... KA-SPLAT! Actually it was probably Ka-body.decimates.into.a.flat.redish-looking.pancake-splat!
Well, I am so thankful my body feels the need to make dreams real for me... I woke up the second I hit the ground and couldn't move my body. I was in shock for at least a minute.
How the heck did my mind figure out what it would feel like to fall through the air panicking? Geeez it's like the evil genius computer that searches its database for something to destroy the world with and get around all the defenses.
I've freaken died almost every night this week!
10/8/07
Author information update
Hey guys, just want to introduce Katie as our new grammar editor and humor advisor. Thanks Katie!
Dudes... It just means she's going to proof read the stuff
Dudes... It just means she's going to proof read the stuff
10/4/07
Irony Galore
Some of you may know, I am a professional wedding photographer, I've been to so many weddings, I lost count. But I have made some observations I would like to share with you.
So, without farther ado and further nonsense: The top ten most ironic things about weddings
1. Why do the mother-in-laws light the unity candle when the mother-in-laws are usually the source of all dis-unity in the relationship?
2. Why are people always sad at funurals and happy at weddings? At least some people who die have heaven to look forward to.
3. The ring is to symbolize love, it never ends... but you don't get very far before you hit the same old turf again and again and again.
4. It's a God ordained institution... but you need a marriage license from the government to do it.
5. They ask if anyone has any objections... but if you do... they don't really want to know. Do they?
6. If you vow to love and live together forever... what's with the prenup?
7. Everything in the ceremony is traditional, but now they are starting to ditch the only tradition that comes from western civilization. Surly you know of it, walking down the aisle... da-don-don-don At the last wedding, they played Faith Hill; so why can't they update the dresses a few thousand years?
8. The bride wears a vail over her face...is that so the groom doesn't have any second thoughts as she comes down the isle?
9. The music that is played as they come back down the isle sounds a lot like that of the music of soldiers going into battle.
10. On a more serious note, the couples that have honored God in their relationship never have a happier day in their lives.
So, without farther ado and further nonsense: The top ten most ironic things about weddings
1. Why do the mother-in-laws light the unity candle when the mother-in-laws are usually the source of all dis-unity in the relationship?
2. Why are people always sad at funurals and happy at weddings? At least some people who die have heaven to look forward to.
3. The ring is to symbolize love, it never ends... but you don't get very far before you hit the same old turf again and again and again.
4. It's a God ordained institution... but you need a marriage license from the government to do it.
5. They ask if anyone has any objections... but if you do... they don't really want to know. Do they?
6. If you vow to love and live together forever... what's with the prenup?
7. Everything in the ceremony is traditional, but now they are starting to ditch the only tradition that comes from western civilization. Surly you know of it, walking down the aisle... da-don-don-don At the last wedding, they played Faith Hill; so why can't they update the dresses a few thousand years?
8. The bride wears a vail over her face...is that so the groom doesn't have any second thoughts as she comes down the isle?
9. The music that is played as they come back down the isle sounds a lot like that of the music of soldiers going into battle.
10. On a more serious note, the couples that have honored God in their relationship never have a happier day in their lives.
10/2/07
The following takes place from 10am to 11am on the day of the presidential primary
The following is dialogue that took place at 10 p.m. after a 10 hour day at MJC, and being very, very tired. Out of a class of 47 or so, Rich and I had A+’s that accounted for 2 of the only 5 A’s in the class. The teacher graded on a curve because of a very large amount of F's and D's. But we still managed to have the following argument.
Bob: I got the highest score on the test and now I have the highest score in the class.
Dick: Um, no you didn’t
Bob: Yes I did, I got 105 and you got 100.
Dick: But you only got 91 right on the test.
Bob: It doesn’t matter; the teacher said the extra credit would count as 10 pts on the test.
Dick: Yeah, but on the test, I did better.
Bob: Well if you want to get technical, the teacher graded on a curve and made your 96 100%.
Dick: But you got the same 4 points I did. And that doesn't work because I had the highest grade on the test so I got 100 correct no matter what. I couldn't have done better. You could have.
Bob: The extra credit was an open invitation to anyone, therefore you had the same opportunity and I scored better.
Dick: I was gone on that day, so I couldn't get the extra credit. But on the test I DID BETTER!
Bob: So! You choose to be gone. I purposely did the extra credit so I wouldn’t have to study as hard or read the constitution. Therefore, I’m smarter than you and I scored better.
Dick: You had plenty of time to read the constitution, that fact that you didn't just means that you're even more of a loser.
Bob: You keep trying to downgrade my stagetic studying. If I didn’t have 10 extra credit pts I would have studied more and STILL BEAT YOU!
Dick: But percentage wise, I did better. 100 out of 100 is a better percentage then 105 out of 110!
Bob: That’s only because of the CURVE! AND I STILL beat you! And the extra credit counts ON THE TEST.
Dick: Do you know what a curve is? The teacher took the top score and gave everyone the difference between that and 100%. So, I could not have done better, if I had 98 everyone would only have gotten 2 more points.
Bob: With or without the curve I still would have had 100%, therefore you didn’t help me!
Dick: Adding or taking 4 points to both of us has no effect on my percentage argument. That would have been 101 out of 110 possible vs. 96 out of 100 possible, I STILL WIN!
Bob: All I know is on the paper I have the highest grade.
Dick: And on the test I have the least incorrect.
Bob: But I’m smarter than you cause I actually took 2 hours to listen to a speech and write an essay for the extra credit!
Dick: I was gone, I couldn't go to it... or write an essay on it.
Bob: YOU'RE A LOSER!!!
Dick: I HAD THE HIGHEST GRADE ON THE TEST!!!
::silence in the car for 5 minutes::
Bob: We both smoked the class, don’t you think this is stupid to argue about?
Dick: Yes, why’d you bring it up.
Bob: I didn’t, you did!
Dick: No, dude, we both know you did.
Bob: Whatever.
Yep, little too much school lately :-P
Bob: I got the highest score on the test and now I have the highest score in the class.
Dick: Um, no you didn’t
Bob: Yes I did, I got 105 and you got 100.
Dick: But you only got 91 right on the test.
Bob: It doesn’t matter; the teacher said the extra credit would count as 10 pts on the test.
Dick: Yeah, but on the test, I did better.
Bob: Well if you want to get technical, the teacher graded on a curve and made your 96 100%.
Dick: But you got the same 4 points I did. And that doesn't work because I had the highest grade on the test so I got 100 correct no matter what. I couldn't have done better. You could have.
Bob: The extra credit was an open invitation to anyone, therefore you had the same opportunity and I scored better.
Dick: I was gone on that day, so I couldn't get the extra credit. But on the test I DID BETTER!
Bob: So! You choose to be gone. I purposely did the extra credit so I wouldn’t have to study as hard or read the constitution. Therefore, I’m smarter than you and I scored better.
Dick: You had plenty of time to read the constitution, that fact that you didn't just means that you're even more of a loser.
Bob: You keep trying to downgrade my stagetic studying. If I didn’t have 10 extra credit pts I would have studied more and STILL BEAT YOU!
Dick: But percentage wise, I did better. 100 out of 100 is a better percentage then 105 out of 110!
Bob: That’s only because of the CURVE! AND I STILL beat you! And the extra credit counts ON THE TEST.
Dick: Do you know what a curve is? The teacher took the top score and gave everyone the difference between that and 100%. So, I could not have done better, if I had 98 everyone would only have gotten 2 more points.
Bob: With or without the curve I still would have had 100%, therefore you didn’t help me!
Dick: Adding or taking 4 points to both of us has no effect on my percentage argument. That would have been 101 out of 110 possible vs. 96 out of 100 possible, I STILL WIN!
Bob: All I know is on the paper I have the highest grade.
Dick: And on the test I have the least incorrect.
Bob: But I’m smarter than you cause I actually took 2 hours to listen to a speech and write an essay for the extra credit!
Dick: I was gone, I couldn't go to it... or write an essay on it.
Bob: YOU'RE A LOSER!!!
Dick: I HAD THE HIGHEST GRADE ON THE TEST!!!
::silence in the car for 5 minutes::
Bob: We both smoked the class, don’t you think this is stupid to argue about?
Dick: Yes, why’d you bring it up.
Bob: I didn’t, you did!
Dick: No, dude, we both know you did.
Bob: Whatever.
Yep, little too much school lately :-P
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