My Organs and I Teach School
Brain can't understand why Korean kids don't like to laugh at farts, and Fist would just like to get a few swings in to control the classroom. Fortunately, KC is in charge.
KC was born in Oregon, raised in the Dakotas, educated in Colorado, groomed in NYC, and now teaches in Seoul, South Korea. He misses sleeping until noon, drinking nightly, and getting shot down by college girls. He still gets shot down by college girls. Casey "KC" Freeman finished college a few years ago and he's still trying to incorporate the things he learned into his everyday life. So far, at the end of the workday not a single coworker can pack their bookbag faster than KC. At the beginning of his career at PIC he was gainfully employed as an editor at one of the worst magazines in existence, but has also worked as a bartender, day laborer, telemarketer, public relations rep, swim coach, bouncer, KFC cook, pizza delivery boy, lifeguard and trucker. Now he's an English teacher in South Korea. Life, work and the oddities in between inspire him to create things that enhance souls. Even though he's the greatest, he wants you to know that You're the Best.
Brain can't understand why Korean kids don't like to laugh at farts, and Fist would just like to get a few swings in to control the classroom. Fortunately, KC is in charge.
Unfortunately for you, your underpants (if you're wearing them), and those around you (if there are people around), you just shat yourself. Don't worry, we've all been there before.
Hitler DEAD! - May 1st, 1945 - After years of searching, Soviet Forces finallly located and surrounded Adolf Hilter's security bunker, where the German Fuhrer and his mistress committed suicide rather than be captured.
<p><img src="/files/u46/DSCN4380.jpg" width="400" height="300" /> <br /><em>(KC Teacher is so boring, even HE falls asleep during class)</em></p>
Rewind the clock an undisclosed time when KC and his Organs only knew 15 years of life and attended Catholic high school, and Junk's boner was out in force.
<p>I usually don't like to take requests when I'm writing, but my Mom really liked this and said, "That's very creative. You should put that in your blog." Since I've been trying to write something she would actually read, here's the email I sent to my parents. And, you know, it was already written, so "Yay!" Less work for me.</p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/Dragon_Tat.jpg" width="420" height="315" /></p><p><strong><em>(KC and the Dragon Tattoo)</em></strong> </p><p>The following is a sample of a Skype session with my Mom and me. </p>
<p>Some white dudes do exceptionally well with the women in Korea. Even dumpy annoying Caucasians who know more about snowboarding gear than a woman's body rack up a lot of lays with really little effort. It's not long before a semi-FOAB (fresh of the annoying boat) ends up with a briefcase full of banging-the-local-talent stories. </p><p>Those dudes are not me.</p>
Korean children like to play a little game called 'Ddongchim.' Trust me guys, it's not something you want to end the night on, especially as the center of attention at a talent show.
<p>This is a message to the people in Hollywood making movies who either lost their balls, never had balls, or have their balls out on layaway somewhere while the movie studios come out with another remake, "reimagining," or re-somethingthatsucks. </p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/pic_3_year.jpg" width="420" height="560" /><em><br />(Repping KC Style—whatever that means)</em></p>
<p>If you've been paying attention to your friends' FaceBook walls, you know that there's been some pretty sad stuff going around. First, an earthquake in Japan. Then a tsunami. Afterwards, a volcano. On top of that, a nuclear effing meltdown happened in the Land of the Rising Sun. Absolutely terrible and thousands are dead while even more are without homes. </p>