All Foam, No Beer...

Sometimes I feel like a starfish... Why? Well, maybe its because starfishes don't have brains... Today, I found in myself, proof that evolution can indeed, go in reverse.

By the way, I got my driver's licence today. Hooray.

This was my third time taking the theory test within 2 weeks and somehow, I managed to hit all the branches on the way down the stupid tree. A little bit of information about the theory test. It is hard... In my own arrogance, I went for the first test unprepared and deservingly failed. So for the second test, I did my homework. I took 2 days off, and studied. I even bought the stupid test book for 3000 Won. * It was on sale * But somehow, I still failed. I was perplexed. I could answer most of the questions easily and was 100% confident that I would make it. The answer? 55/100 points. *60's the passing mark* I know, ARGH!

So humiliated, angry, ashamed once again by the sadist sitting behind the desk at the driving center counter, I went back home, took 3 days off and read my ass off that test book. I could memorise most of the questions by then... Then today, I went in and sat for the test...

Now, since I was converting my licence, I was taking a slightly different paper from the other miscreants inside that examination hall. So as per normal, they drew ballots to decide which number was allocated to the odd number seats and even number seats.

21 - odd

28 - even

You ask me whats the significance of these numbers. Now I tell you. This is the number for that is to be written on the top of your paper to verify that you took the test on that particular date. *I was in seat 99, odd.* So with an intellect rivaled only by garden tools, I wrote the number 21 in the given space.

And at 9.00 am sharp, the test had begun... The examiner started making his rounds, checking our identification to make sure no one was impersonation someone else to take the test for them, making sure that no one was cheating and such.

Then he reached my seat. 99. He picked up my identity card, peered over at my test sheet and said: "Hey, you're taking the special paper. Your number's not 21. Its S-3." With that, he snatched my pen from my now limp and lifeless fingers and cancelled the number 21, writing in its place S-3.

This meant that I should have passed on my second try instead of my third. It meant that I wouldn't have to pay that small but irritating fee that they make you pay before you take the test. It meant... It meant that I have become what I loathed the most... A stupid person. I've always said: "I hate stupid people." And now, I hate myself...

Buy the new Don Lee action figure, fully equipped with stupid tree and gardening tools. Body by Fisher, brains by Mattel. Lolz...

Seriously... I suddenly found myself, All Foam, No Beer...

So now, I can finally drive in Korea. Like thats any consolation.... (-_-;)>

*Time For a Laugh*

A man named Fred goes to a doctor and says, "Doc, I want to be castrated."

Doc says, "Look, I don't know what kind of cult you're into or what your motives are, but I'm not going to do that sort of operation."

Fred: "Doc, I just want to be castrated, and I'm a little embarrassed about talking about it, but I have $5,000 cash right here. Will you do it?"

Doc says, "Well, OK, I guess I could make this one exception. I don't understand it, but OK." He puts Fred to sleep, does the trick, and is waiting at the bedside when Fred wakes up.

"Well, Doc, how'd it go?" Fred asks.

"It went fine, just fine. It's really not too difficult of an operation. As a matter of fact, $5,000 is a lot to pay for such a simple task, and I felt a little guilty about taking that much. So, while I was operating, I also noticed that you had never been circumcised, so I have gone ahead and did that, too. I think, it's really better for a man to be circumcised, and I hope you don't mind my..."

"CIRCUMCISED!" yells Fred. "THAT'S the word!!!"