It's Sabor, Bitch.

I teach Music Studies. Don't piss me off. Don't ask about my spirit. And we won't get along as badly.

[scottsabor-blog]

What's all the fucking noise?

[kilroy-harvey-blog]

Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet through your head right now.

[scottsabor-blog]

What would Jesus say?

[scottsabor-blog]

What's all the fucking noise?

[kilroy-harvey-blog]

[scottsabor-blog]

There are kids here, asshole.

Why don't we take this outside? See if we can get your mommy on the phone.

[scottsabor-blog]

What's all the fucking noise?

[kilroy-harvey-blog]

[scottsabor-blog]

[scottsabor-blog]

What's all the fucking noise?

[scottsabor-blog]

So many fucking loud mouths.

[mitchell-a-faline-deactivated20]

Unlike you, who can’t even form the right words to even try to sound smart.

[scottsabor-blog]

So you're admitting to sounding like an eight year old?

[scottsabor-blog]

So many fucking loud mouths.

[mitchell-a-faline-deactivated20]

If the frequency of the sound was loud enough you’d know when the mirror smashed, or maybe it was because of your face!

[scottsabor-blog]

I hear you trying to sound smart but then you end up sounding like an eight year old and it's just kind of sad.

[ahorashiikagome]

[scottsabor-blog]

So many fucking loud mouths.

[mitchell-a-faline-deactivated20]

Did you look in the mirror again?

[scottsabor-blog]

Because you can hear how loud someone is from looking in a mirror.

[scottsabor-blog]

So many fucking loud mouths.

[scottsabor-blog]

Lesson of thoe day.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

I’ll leave you to bless some other fortunate human with your presence now.

[scottsabor-blog]

Yipee.

[scottsabor-blog]

Lesson of thoe day.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Okay.

[scottsabor-blog]

[scottsabor-blog]

Lesson of thoe day.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Calm down, Oscar. Nothing to get so upset over.

[scottsabor-blog]

First off, that's not my fucking name. Second, I'm not upset, I'm explaining a point.

[scottsabor-blog]

Lesson of thoe day.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Well they were questions about you… so you kind of just said you’re not important. Just so you know.

[scottsabor-blog]

No the questions you asked about me aren't important, keep up. I'm not like most teachers. Stupid thing to say even if it was a statement. Why am I a teacher? Doesn't matter for you to know. Do I have friends? Are you kidding me? 

All of them were generic and stupid and knowing the answer doesn't mean shit. 

[scottsabor-blog]

Lesson of thoe day.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Well, generally speaking asking questions is sometimes how one makes conversation with someone they don’t know.

[scottsabor-blog]

And in your case you're asking stupid ones that don't help you know anything important. 

[scottsabor-blog]

Lesson of thoe day.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Do many walls you talk to usually talk back?

[scottsabor-blog]

At least walls don't ask questions because they have nothing to talk about.

[scottsabor-blog]

Lesson of thoe day.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Meh. That’s not really my style. Am I?

[scottsabor-blog]

I didn't say it was. 

Right now I'd take the mannish idiot over this. It's like talking to a wall.

[scottsabor-blog]

Lesson of thoe day.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

My eyebrows happen to be real and just the way I like them, thanks. I’m good.

[scottsabor-blog]

Then go give yourself a unibrow. You're boring me.