Barnard17

EVEN CRUISE CONTROL NEEDS STEERING!!!1!


lolcaps.

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DontRunMeOver

Also

3) Your niece appears to have been being supervised by a lunatic. I think that is ample cause for complaint, that the teacher sounds genuinely nuts.

Tell your relevant sibling that they should talk to somebody important at the school and see how many times they can get the phrases "THINK OF THE CHILDREN", "WONT SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?" and if they're really lucky "I BELIEVE THE CHILDREN ARE OUR FUTURE" into the conversation.

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jibber

^must be said in the mrs. lovejoy voice though

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Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

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DontRunMeOver

Yep. And the last one must be sang. If possible they should stand up with a flourish, a bit like they Westlife going into the final chorus with an obligator key change.

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The Unfan

I missed this part. I'll ask when I get the chance to.

MURDER JUNKIE

NEVER underestimate the threat of a fart!!!

You can never really brace yourself for what you are in for, and don't even get me started on cats: they're shifty little bastards

Kevorkian Logic

the whole situation is a bit absurd.

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655321

no i dont think so but yeah just incase mike somes back it was mrs. hennesy or what ever her name is (a deeply religious english teacher who like to read a book she drives)

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tdoc210

i said fart and they took away my recess for a week

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

Wow. Well, on the bright side, Darwin says the teacher won't reproduce.

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