Hamlet Hamlet Hamlet… or should I say Shakespeare? Hmmmmm. These
men… I am not too fond of them… I could care less about hamlet because so far
he just seems like a whiney moppey little boy who is so set on all this revenge
on his uncle and avenging his fathers death, but then he is to pathetic and or
timid to do anything when it’s very obvious that his uncle killed his father… I
mean. He said he wanted revenge right? He said he wanted to put on the play to
prove his uncle’s innocence of guilt right? Then WHAT ON GODS GREEN EARTH ARE
YOU WAITING FOR!?!?!?!?!?! DO YOU ENJOY FEELING BAD FOR YOURSELF AND GIVING
YOURSELF PITTY!?!??!?!!?!? WILL NO ONE ELSE PITTY YOU? NO? THEN GET OVER IT. Gaaaaahhhhhhhh.
You are just so whiney. Shut up. And Shakespeare… I’ve got a bone to pick with
you… what possessed you to want to write
in such a confusing way? Is that what they taught you kids back in old English English
class? (I feel like that was a little funny, is that sad?) just no shakiepoo. I
am tired of you. Please go away and leave me be. I plan on becoming a midwife. I’m
pretty sure that I don’t need you English in order to figure out if a lady has
a tiny human being pushed through her uterus or not…
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