mr. pataki

a person who is a true gift to language arts, and the whole of the english language; a gift to non-curious, silent school students.
mr. patakis will not be taking the p-ss anytime soon. they will tell you that you are wrong, and then proceed to ask you why you are wrong. a mr. pataki. has once been described as a bald eagle – majestic from the front but never from the back; a perfect definition of a mr. pataki. every day a mr. pataki will ask questions and a hush will fall across the room. then, a hand raises somewhere in the crowd of heads. the peoples head’s turn in shock, and start to pray; a good person is about to be lost. the brave marine whispers out their answer and the crowd holds their breath. they know it is wrong and they can feel the tension in the air. the marine knows it is coming up; it’s creeping up. it’s getting closer and closer and, “well, uh, no. why are you wrong?” it hit the soldier right in the chest. he got the patak smack. the room is silent once more, and no one will raise their hand again.
a mr. pataki will fall victim to favoring items with dog commercials. an example of is a subaru. a mr. pataki will love and want to buy a subaru because of the dogs in their commercials. he will feel betrayed when people start laughing at him for loving subarus. he could never love subarus again.
his favorite drink is gold peak sweet iced tea. a mr. pataki will always have one in hand.
a mr. pataki, above all else, remains the dominant primordial beast.
logan: hey, that kid was seriously spazzing out back there. is he okay?
alex: oh ya, he’s just recovering from a fierce patak smack.
logan: another low blow for one of those wild mr. patakis’ running around. poor guy.