I be straight blasten these def beats of Kanye on ma dope as shit ipod a lot lately... just straight gazin' at space like a motherfuck. I hella recommend you fucking hit play wit a quickness, then read this whack ass shit that I be recievin' all stamped n' official like some autobot gay weddin' invitation from dis weak ass mother fucking bearded ape. Get yo lightas out yo.
" Megan Tron
Social Sciences Undergraduate
University of Calgary
Dear Mrs. Tron,
I recently received your letter requesting that I use my presidential powers to veto the Board of governors decision regarding your case of Non-academic probation and grant you amnesty so that your scholarship and greater well-being will not be jeopardized.
It is with great regret that I report, I will not be changing the decision made by the Board as per Dean Mary Walgren's recommendation. I was deeply moved by your letter, and was touched that you were willing to share your traumatic story with me. While I understand that you have made great strides in your transformation and duly recognize your recent changes, your actions against the faculty of this University are not something I am willing to risk my legacy on.
I have been very impressed with your scholarly changes and more importantly your desire to want to better yourself through honest "autobot-like" means. Use these 4 months to continue this process, and come back as an improved student. This judgement is for the best, I wish you luck, and hope to see you again at the start of the Fall semester.
Yours very sincerely,
Harvey P. Weingarten
President"
Bitch. You can't fucking get rid a me from yo ghetto ass bitch ass school of learnin'. I'm straight jumpin' like 5 or 6 classes and gettin' ma fuckin learn on like a mother fuck wit or without yo bitch ass veto.
Harvey Mahfukking Weingarten doesn't care about alien robots.
In the night, I hear her talk, the coldest story eva told. Somewhere far along dis road, she lost her scholaship to a bearded mother fuck so heartless.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I aint goin' back on the Non-Ack
President Dr. Harvey P. Weingarten
University of Calgary Administrative Building
Megan Tron
Leader of the 'Cepticons
Social Sciences
To tha greatest human they eva wuz, Dr. Harvey P. Weingarten:
yo, what up you humie g? keepin' it real up in yo fly ass office? Prolly sippin' back yacks as ya read this shit representin' a whole notha class of g. This be Megan Tron a.k.a. Def Con a.k.a Hydrotronic a.ka. the baddest muther fuck to eva come from cybatron to get her bachlas degree in Social Sciences at the U of C eva.
I aint writin' all up in yo bearded mah fucking santa face to hurry the fuck up n send me all ma fucking Anthropology notes on blackboard like I do to the bitch ass losers from ma anth class. I writin' to yo unda some a tha mos X-treme circumstansaz a bot could eva write a letta. Dean Mary Walgren iz pressin' tha board of govenas like a mother fuck to lay down tha law n put the Def Con up on the Non-Ack afta the beat down I layed on that bitch Professa Steve's course ratin'. Afta what happen to me last time, I aint goin' back on the Non-Ack. Ya hear me? I aint goin' back on no muthafuckin' Non-Ack.
Yo honar, I know I got a shady past what wit ma decepticonz swearing to enslave all yo bitch ass humans thus being put back on the Non-Ack, but look at what I be hustlin' to get ma degree of tha S-S in check. I been studying like a mother fuck all day n all night to get me a blingin' 2.1 GPA, which aint no easy feet considering I be taking 2 courses. I be practically a dick suckin' autobot goody two shoes muthafukka. But if I eva got sent back on the Non-Ack I'd probably end up going back to ma bad ways wit a quickness, that n' the home depot would take away ma scholaship.
Mister Weingarten, yall seem like a reasonable bitch, n a pretty aite human. I don't gots to tell ya that the charges held gaint ma shiny metallic ass be whack as hell. Bitch ass Mary and Professa Steve be trumpin' up ma charges to get me the fuck out the UC, so that them bitch ass hata'z can lick they autobot lovin' asses in peace. No doubt that at a closa peek, you'd recanize that they be on autobot payroll, probably gettin' a cut of all that energon Optimus Prime be rollin' in once I be out the way. Yes it's true I muthafucking dropped that bitch ass jimmy neutron lookalike mutha fuck Professa Steve's course ratin' average wit a quickness, yeah it's fucking true as fuck I engineered a facebook group called, "Professa Steve that aguba genie mahfukker is scrap metal", yeah it's true I turned into a X15 Jet n launched a barrage of eggs at his subdivision but does that really warrant such an excellent student who has exceptional leadaship 'bilities to be given a 4 month Non-Ack? FUCK NO.
I ain't wanna go this route cuz this shit pains me but fo the past 2 years yo been educating the fuck outta me at yo dope ass university, so I gotta return tha fava. Last time I went on the Non-Ak I be muthafucking working extra shifts at the H D, even working into the mutha fucking late shift. One god fo-saken night... shit went down. I be muthafukking sittin' at ma cash regista rolling ma eyes at these whack ass muthafucking bob villa wannabe's buying all they putty n nails, makin' small chat bout how they renovatin' they bathrooms n shit thinkin' I be all all infatuated wit their tales, "Shut yo bitch ass mother fucking bitch ass mouth fo I fucking nail dat shit shut and drywall it all even like to give it that real dope ass smooth look" they be all shakin they workboots, n I say, "Hehe, you need a hand carrying these things to your car?". Bitch ass mutha fucka did, so I axe for Dirk to come to regista 3 to help a bot out, but Dirk be on his like 10th break a the day so Linda ma bitch ass managa tell me to fucking shut down the cash, n help this bitch ass dirty mahfucka out to his car cause he can't carry no fucking 2 by 4's by him fucking self. I transformed into a mahfucking dope as shit backhoe, and hauled that shit out to his bitch ass Ford Pickup. Little did I fucking know, them bitch ass autobots n Shia Fucking Labeuf were outside ready to jump ma ass. "This be a mahfucking setup" I say. I fucking turned into a mahfucking Walther P38 and busted a cap in the bitch ass human customer, Shia and Ratchet. Mahfukkas hit the ground wit their circuits all ova the place, but just as I had Optimus Prime in ma sights they all jumped my sorry naive ass and layed the fusion beat down on me... I was as good as dead, ma parts were all scattered across the parkin' lot, buttons and cooling fluid spillin out ma head... they left me there to mahfucking blue screen... somehow I made it outta there alive... but barely. I aint eva been the same since then, always jumping n shit like some nervous fuck wheneva I goto a parkin lot, can't even fucking goto BSD this year cuz yo bitch ass planning committee, but this shit woulda neva happened if I wasn't on the Non-Ack, I aint eva going back.
Sir, I beg you... please reverse the govenas decision, please, I beg yo bearded ass to grant me mahfucking amnesty, I can't go back on the Non-Ack, I just can't. Please.
Megan Tron Out
Social Sciences Student
University of Calgary Administrative Building
Megan Tron
Leader of the 'Cepticons
Social Sciences
To tha greatest human they eva wuz, Dr. Harvey P. Weingarten:
yo, what up you humie g? keepin' it real up in yo fly ass office? Prolly sippin' back yacks as ya read this shit representin' a whole notha class of g. This be Megan Tron a.k.a. Def Con a.k.a Hydrotronic a.ka. the baddest muther fuck to eva come from cybatron to get her bachlas degree in Social Sciences at the U of C eva.
I aint writin' all up in yo bearded mah fucking santa face to hurry the fuck up n send me all ma fucking Anthropology notes on blackboard like I do to the bitch ass losers from ma anth class. I writin' to yo unda some a tha mos X-treme circumstansaz a bot could eva write a letta. Dean Mary Walgren iz pressin' tha board of govenas like a mother fuck to lay down tha law n put the Def Con up on the Non-Ack afta the beat down I layed on that bitch Professa Steve's course ratin'. Afta what happen to me last time, I aint goin' back on the Non-Ack. Ya hear me? I aint goin' back on no muthafuckin' Non-Ack.
Yo honar, I know I got a shady past what wit ma decepticonz swearing to enslave all yo bitch ass humans thus being put back on the Non-Ack, but look at what I be hustlin' to get ma degree of tha S-S in check. I been studying like a mother fuck all day n all night to get me a blingin' 2.1 GPA, which aint no easy feet considering I be taking 2 courses. I be practically a dick suckin' autobot goody two shoes muthafukka. But if I eva got sent back on the Non-Ack I'd probably end up going back to ma bad ways wit a quickness, that n' the home depot would take away ma scholaship.
Mister Weingarten, yall seem like a reasonable bitch, n a pretty aite human. I don't gots to tell ya that the charges held gaint ma shiny metallic ass be whack as hell. Bitch ass Mary and Professa Steve be trumpin' up ma charges to get me the fuck out the UC, so that them bitch ass hata'z can lick they autobot lovin' asses in peace. No doubt that at a closa peek, you'd recanize that they be on autobot payroll, probably gettin' a cut of all that energon Optimus Prime be rollin' in once I be out the way. Yes it's true I muthafucking dropped that bitch ass jimmy neutron lookalike mutha fuck Professa Steve's course ratin' average wit a quickness, yeah it's fucking true as fuck I engineered a facebook group called, "Professa Steve that aguba genie mahfukker is scrap metal", yeah it's true I turned into a X15 Jet n launched a barrage of eggs at his subdivision but does that really warrant such an excellent student who has exceptional leadaship 'bilities to be given a 4 month Non-Ack? FUCK NO.
I ain't wanna go this route cuz this shit pains me but fo the past 2 years yo been educating the fuck outta me at yo dope ass university, so I gotta return tha fava. Last time I went on the Non-Ak I be muthafucking working extra shifts at the H D, even working into the mutha fucking late shift. One god fo-saken night... shit went down. I be muthafukking sittin' at ma cash regista rolling ma eyes at these whack ass muthafucking bob villa wannabe's buying all they putty n nails, makin' small chat bout how they renovatin' they bathrooms n shit thinkin' I be all all infatuated wit their tales, "Shut yo bitch ass mother fucking bitch ass mouth fo I fucking nail dat shit shut and drywall it all even like to give it that real dope ass smooth look" they be all shakin they workboots, n I say, "Hehe, you need a hand carrying these things to your car?". Bitch ass mutha fucka did, so I axe for Dirk to come to regista 3 to help a bot out, but Dirk be on his like 10th break a the day so Linda ma bitch ass managa tell me to fucking shut down the cash, n help this bitch ass dirty mahfucka out to his car cause he can't carry no fucking 2 by 4's by him fucking self. I transformed into a mahfucking dope as shit backhoe, and hauled that shit out to his bitch ass Ford Pickup. Little did I fucking know, them bitch ass autobots n Shia Fucking Labeuf were outside ready to jump ma ass. "This be a mahfucking setup" I say. I fucking turned into a mahfucking Walther P38 and busted a cap in the bitch ass human customer, Shia and Ratchet. Mahfukkas hit the ground wit their circuits all ova the place, but just as I had Optimus Prime in ma sights they all jumped my sorry naive ass and layed the fusion beat down on me... I was as good as dead, ma parts were all scattered across the parkin' lot, buttons and cooling fluid spillin out ma head... they left me there to mahfucking blue screen... somehow I made it outta there alive... but barely. I aint eva been the same since then, always jumping n shit like some nervous fuck wheneva I goto a parkin lot, can't even fucking goto BSD this year cuz yo bitch ass planning committee, but this shit woulda neva happened if I wasn't on the Non-Ack, I aint eva going back.
Sir, I beg you... please reverse the govenas decision, please, I beg yo bearded ass to grant me mahfucking amnesty, I can't go back on the Non-Ack, I just can't. Please.
Megan Tron Out
Social Sciences Student
Monday, April 13, 2009
Course Ratingz
Yo, who a bot gotta blow to get an A round here? All reading week I be studyin' like a mother fuck, shit got all digitized n' memorized up in ma mainframe, them midterms wuz mutha fucking aced. but when I got all ma tests back... DEF CON SIX. Well played Optimus Prime.
Last week I be chillin' at my desk jus lettin the whack ass white boy called Professa Steve rap about his currikulim til he goes blue in da face like some whack ass aladin aguba shit. Then he start to rap about how he be handing back midterms up in this hoopty. Aite. I can dig dat shit. He hand dem back like some mah fucker passing out erasers in mac hall, dumb mahfucking cracka, you gotta do dat shit wit conviction. Professa Steve in his mustard stained cardigan hands me back ma exam..., mahfucker.... bitch gave me a C+... n had the odacity to write a lil' bitch ass note unda it, ":(". I turn back n shove ma fusion cannon up that crackas nose, n say, "muh fuckka, you betta tell me this shits a clerical error".
"No sorry Megan...you're gonna have to study harder next time".
STUDY HARDA? FUCK! Megan Tron be all up in da studying since Day one. I be always in class taking notes like a mutha fuck, EVEN while I be facebook creeping these hotties from Spain, Beunos Dios papa! Probably even studied like 2 hours the night befo this midterm, 2 MAH FUCKING HOURS A MA LIFE DOING NOTHIN BUT A G THANG, you don't even wanna know how many times I axed fo notes on blackboard. Bitch ass cardigan wearing autobot cock sucka spreading these bitch ass punk lies like he be arnold fuckin swartezenegger in true lies or somethin.
Mahfuckka got balls thats fo sure. Last professa give me shit like dat, n question ma mad balla study skills Gotta bad course rating, like a 1/5 bad, stone cold fucking bad. I aint frontin' neitha, I'm straight gangsta like dat, I'll fucking drop yo teacher average score like a mother fuck. Best believe dat shit. So I went straight home and filled that bustas course ratings with just straight inadequates and don't knows n in all ma comments said, "Professa Steve, you punk ass genie mutha fuck :(".
2 days lata I got a phone call from the dean axing me to meet her nappy ass for a meetin' bout the facebook group bout how Professa Steve has dumb up the butt n ma comments on da course rating shit, bitch probably wanna have me testify gainst this muthafuck n give me a purple heart fo surviving that weak ass shit lecture wit ma sanity. Probably been fucking up all kinds a kids grades like he some clockwork orange mother fuck, talkin' bout molecular chemistry like that shit gonna get you a job o some shit. Professa Steve, I sorry as shit that yo lost yo funk n yo job cuz of mah stone cold pwnage, but aint no one eva fuck wit me n get away with dat shit. Mess with da best, get fired like da rest. I'm a decepitcon mahfukker... the fallen always get them mahfucking revenge. Always.
Last week I be chillin' at my desk jus lettin the whack ass white boy called Professa Steve rap about his currikulim til he goes blue in da face like some whack ass aladin aguba shit. Then he start to rap about how he be handing back midterms up in this hoopty. Aite. I can dig dat shit. He hand dem back like some mah fucker passing out erasers in mac hall, dumb mahfucking cracka, you gotta do dat shit wit conviction. Professa Steve in his mustard stained cardigan hands me back ma exam..., mahfucker.... bitch gave me a C+... n had the odacity to write a lil' bitch ass note unda it, ":(". I turn back n shove ma fusion cannon up that crackas nose, n say, "muh fuckka, you betta tell me this shits a clerical error".
"No sorry Megan...you're gonna have to study harder next time".
STUDY HARDA? FUCK! Megan Tron be all up in da studying since Day one. I be always in class taking notes like a mutha fuck, EVEN while I be facebook creeping these hotties from Spain, Beunos Dios papa! Probably even studied like 2 hours the night befo this midterm, 2 MAH FUCKING HOURS A MA LIFE DOING NOTHIN BUT A G THANG, you don't even wanna know how many times I axed fo notes on blackboard. Bitch ass cardigan wearing autobot cock sucka spreading these bitch ass punk lies like he be arnold fuckin swartezenegger in true lies or somethin.
Mahfuckka got balls thats fo sure. Last professa give me shit like dat, n question ma mad balla study skills Gotta bad course rating, like a 1/5 bad, stone cold fucking bad. I aint frontin' neitha, I'm straight gangsta like dat, I'll fucking drop yo teacher average score like a mother fuck. Best believe dat shit. So I went straight home and filled that bustas course ratings with just straight inadequates and don't knows n in all ma comments said, "Professa Steve, you punk ass genie mutha fuck :(".
2 days lata I got a phone call from the dean axing me to meet her nappy ass for a meetin' bout the facebook group bout how Professa Steve has dumb up the butt n ma comments on da course rating shit, bitch probably wanna have me testify gainst this muthafuck n give me a purple heart fo surviving that weak ass shit lecture wit ma sanity. Probably been fucking up all kinds a kids grades like he some clockwork orange mother fuck, talkin' bout molecular chemistry like that shit gonna get you a job o some shit. Professa Steve, I sorry as shit that yo lost yo funk n yo job cuz of mah stone cold pwnage, but aint no one eva fuck wit me n get away with dat shit. Mess with da best, get fired like da rest. I'm a decepitcon mahfukker... the fallen always get them mahfucking revenge. Always.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
NO YOU DUMB BITCH, YOU CAN'T BORROW SHIT
Greetings you foul scum of the universe human, tis I the great and powerful leader of the decepticons, future slave master of your energon planet, primary antagonist of the bitch ass autobots, packing heat so damn fierce they call that shit gatorade. And I got something real as shit from the streets to tell ya'll straight up like I told that dumb ass blonde bitch wearing a skirt ova here bitch ass teen vogue tights... NO YOU DUMB BITCH, YOU CAN'T BORROW SHIT.
I got everything a bot would ever need on this planet in my robo jet-backpack, I got ma' tri-ting binda (fulla paper), white out (though any bitch ass autobot know Megan Tron makes no mistakes. ever.), highlighta, neon postit notes, ma pencil case with like a million deadly sharp pencils, and the pen ma father gaves me fo that mutha fucking bitch ass Optimus Prime laserganked his poor single fatha ass. RIP pops. But just cuz' I have the shit, don't mean that shits all communal. So if I'm sittin' in ma desk, takin' notes like a mutha fuck you best not get all up in ma face axing me for school supplies, cause if you do yall gonna get a photon cannon up yo ass.
Take what happened today in ma Economics class, I was sittin' in the back row running reconnaissance on these stupid humans, when this bitch ass kimmy gibbler clone turns around with this half ass crest smile a hers making small chat, bitch I aint got time fo yo human flesh bitch ass, I'm on a mission to destroy yo' mutha fucking race, "Oh Hey, Do you think I could borrow a pencil?". Oh shit. I cock my fusion cannon and set it to level city block and put it to her forehead and say, "BACK YO SHIT UP GIBBLER, FO I ZAP YO ASS BACK TO THE FULL HOUSE FROM WHENCE YOU CAME, YA FEEL ME?". Bitch got the message. Or So I thought.
I be taking notes on this human race, tracking their movements and undastanding errything that makes em tick when I hear, "Oh hey, sorry to bother you again, can I borrow a piece of paper". DEF CON SIX. "YA SURE, IF YOU DON'T FUCK IT UP WITH YO BITCH ASS GREEN BIC PEN YOU GOT FROM THE HOSER SITTING SIDE YOU LIKE SOME AUTOBOT COCK SUCKA, YOU CAN BORROW IT, BUT I WANT THAT SHIT BACK, IN PERFECT CONDITION." Bitch laughed, thought I be uncle joey or some mah fucking joker, bitch just signed her death certificate in lime green ink. Aint nothing dumba than axing to borrow something you aint eva planning on returning and instead of phasing that bitch to the death star I realized living her sad human existence was a fate worse than death, so I leant her some paper and smiled. That be probably the only time in the history of man when it was lucky to be born human. If she was an autobot? shit? This editorial be a helluva lot shorta. You feel me?
I got everything a bot would ever need on this planet in my robo jet-backpack, I got ma' tri-ting binda (fulla paper), white out (though any bitch ass autobot know Megan Tron makes no mistakes. ever.), highlighta, neon postit notes, ma pencil case with like a million deadly sharp pencils, and the pen ma father gaves me fo that mutha fucking bitch ass Optimus Prime laserganked his poor single fatha ass. RIP pops. But just cuz' I have the shit, don't mean that shits all communal. So if I'm sittin' in ma desk, takin' notes like a mutha fuck you best not get all up in ma face axing me for school supplies, cause if you do yall gonna get a photon cannon up yo ass.
Take what happened today in ma Economics class, I was sittin' in the back row running reconnaissance on these stupid humans, when this bitch ass kimmy gibbler clone turns around with this half ass crest smile a hers making small chat, bitch I aint got time fo yo human flesh bitch ass, I'm on a mission to destroy yo' mutha fucking race, "Oh Hey, Do you think I could borrow a pencil?". Oh shit. I cock my fusion cannon and set it to level city block and put it to her forehead and say, "BACK YO SHIT UP GIBBLER, FO I ZAP YO ASS BACK TO THE FULL HOUSE FROM WHENCE YOU CAME, YA FEEL ME?". Bitch got the message. Or So I thought.
I be taking notes on this human race, tracking their movements and undastanding errything that makes em tick when I hear, "Oh hey, sorry to bother you again, can I borrow a piece of paper". DEF CON SIX. "YA SURE, IF YOU DON'T FUCK IT UP WITH YO BITCH ASS GREEN BIC PEN YOU GOT FROM THE HOSER SITTING SIDE YOU LIKE SOME AUTOBOT COCK SUCKA, YOU CAN BORROW IT, BUT I WANT THAT SHIT BACK, IN PERFECT CONDITION." Bitch laughed, thought I be uncle joey or some mah fucking joker, bitch just signed her death certificate in lime green ink. Aint nothing dumba than axing to borrow something you aint eva planning on returning and instead of phasing that bitch to the death star I realized living her sad human existence was a fate worse than death, so I leant her some paper and smiled. That be probably the only time in the history of man when it was lucky to be born human. If she was an autobot? shit? This editorial be a helluva lot shorta. You feel me?
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