I don't know how to start this **** man

"Hahahhaha....I can't stop laughing."

Welcome everyone to Back Of The Class (BackaDaClass). The whole idea behind this blog started way before we even knew what a blog was. Back when 106 and Park had Free and A.J., Nextel's looked like that giant-ass phone that Zack had on Saved by the Bell, and Facebook hadn't taken over the world yet.

My home-skillet Rob and I were in 10th grade English class and we had a teacher. who we'll call Mrs. Timber (FACT: Most of our friends will know the people and situations we're talking about but we ain't snitches, so we'll just make up funny ass names), that organized our classroom in grade order. So the kids with the highest grades sat in the front rows and the one's with the lowest sat all the way in the back. (Sometimes we even got our special desks, disconnected from everyone). I mean, we sat so far in the back we could have died in a fire drill.




Mrs. Timber didn't look like this but when I googled 10th grade teacher, this popped up. Don't complain, just enjoy.

No matter how hard we tried, Rob and I always ended up in the back of the class. We had a bunch of bookworms and a girl who reminded us of Chief Bromden from One Flew Over A Cuckoo's Nest, who all got the highest grades in our class.


What? All I asked was that you teach me how to make giant ears of corn. Sheesh.



Rob:

"It was crazy because no matter how doofy this girl looked, we always envied her cuz we wanted a chance to sit in the front of the class. It just never happpend."

Most of the kids who sat in the front row had 90 grade-averages. Me and Rob, ummm...didn't. Although, we think she was biased cuz' one semester we both had 88 averages and we still was back there, on some bullshit.

While we didn't learn anything at all from Mrs. Timber, we did laugh a lot. Cracking jokes, looking at girls and above all else, ending up in tears from laughing mad hard (which today would be an accronym like lmh. Yup, I made that up. Yes you can use it). We developed some type of ESP, cuz whenever something funny happend we didn't even look at each other and we'd blurt out laughing.

So this blog is about two guys in their twenties, living on both coasts (Cuz Rob is reppin that West Si-yeeeeed rigfht now, out in Cali), who can't stop laughing at our past and present happenings.

Come through when ever, cuz we're gunna have some wild ass shit.

I don't know what this is, I just know it's some wild ass shit.