Oh boy. Here we go again.
How many times do I have to tell you this? I. Don't. Want. To. Take. English. Classes.
Simple as that. Been there, done that, got burned, learned my lesson.
Look, I'm a free spirit, man. You can't tie me down with all your grammar rules and whatnot.
Can you honestly picture me sitting still in a classroom listening to a schmuck like you babble on about which verb would be the best fit here and what tense would make the most sense there?
Not likely, let me tell you that right now. I got way too much pride for that, buddy.
What do you mean, everybody else? I'm not like everybody else. I'm me. I'm one of a kind.
I mean, what are you gonna teach me that I can't learn by reading or watching stuff?
Yeah, but besides that? Oh. Ok, I see your point.
What's that? Sure, I could use some practice. But I don't see that happening in an English class in Uherske Hradiste.
I mean, give me some credit, man. I won't be fooled by a snakeoil salesman like you trying to separate me from my hard-earned money.
All right, my parents' hard-earned money. Whatever. Not me. No siree. That's not the way I roll.
What? Oh. It does? Huh. No kidding. Why don't I... Let me just... What's the address again?