Attention to detail, fucktards!
When I put everything on-line, and I mean everything, be a non-fucktard (NFT), m’kay?
Don’t ask about dates that you can find on the page that has the dates on them.
Don’t ask about shit on class days that you missed, when all the original stuff is online, indexed by calendar date, with class discussions transcribed and linked. Especially when I spent a full fucking day about where everything was, you know, on the fucking web-page.
Just look the fucking stuff up, eh?
Don’t ask about test details when I’ve posted every fucking test that I’ve given, with keys, since circa fucking forever.
Don’t ask stupid fucking questions when the answers are on the fucking web-page.
Don’t ask me if I really want things written out the way that I have things written out on the material on the web-page, fucktards. Oh Noes, you fucktards have discovered my secret fucking plan to spring an entirely alien format on you! Damned nosy kids, I would have gotten away with it if not for your cunning fucktard detection methods.
Never mind that there are fucktards who persist well into fucking month two of a five month semester blissfully ignorant of the web-site.
And while I’m at it, fuck the fucking fucktards who obliviously ignore or do the exact opposite of the protocols in my carefully-fucking-planned case studies. The fact that fucking flatworms or the fucking Koi fish at my favourite fucking sushi place have more short-term memory than you fucktards just makes me all warm inside.