urinate realistic optimist Johnny badass squirmed in his plastic and plywood crib eager to be out from under the weight of knowledge forced. Johnny squirmed for another reason: the 2 40's chugged between periods were eager to be out from inside the confines of his bladder. "Yo, i gotta take a leak," declared Johhny. The class snickered at this breach of classroom etiquette. "The word, Johnathan, is 'urinate.' When you return i'd like to hear you use it properly in a sentence." "Yeah, whatever," opined Johnny Badass. After painting the porcelain, Johnny smoked a red, to buy some time to come up with something to satisfy that old bag. Upon chuckin' the butt in the urinal, Johnny completed his treatise on "urinate." Strutting back into class, tendrils of stale stifling smoke building blanketing barracades in the sinuses of those he passed by, Johnny took his seat, aware of the numerous eyes on his person. Non-chalantly building the moment, Johnny remained silent, awaiting the cue from an impatient teacher to "grace them with his grammatical construction." Clearing his throat, Johnny boldly stared into Ms. Krabbgras' eyes and declared: "Urinate! ... And if ya had bigger tits, ya'd be a '10!'" 030913 what's it to you? who go blather from