Black Jack Needs A Whack

Todays, I wentses to schools in the mornings for physics remedials. (CENSORED.)

Later on, I went with Lumpy to the coffeeshop to have lunch. Was wearing my old house-teeshirt saying BlackJack on the front. Along the way, this crazy Indian guy called out to me: "Hey, that's my name!"

I was stunnded, confounded, flabbergasted.

Then the guy explained quite cheerfully: "I'm JACK, and I'm (*gestures towards self with thumb quite animatedly*).

Okay, I thought my tamaleh was bad enough, but this guy takes the cake.

I went for math remedial an hour late because I mistook the time. Oopsy.

Nothing really much after that. Found gennygen in the canteen and slacked around for a while there talking about various rubbish. Managed to get a free drink. He wanted to go run ten rounds, and I said okay, but after the free Milo I felt quite lazy and he changed his mind too, so I zapped his math notes and left at five.