Before we dismiss school for the summer, it's time for Vice-Principal Romero and me to hand out awards.
As you know, there are many awards to give, both because it boosts your self-esteem, but also because our salaries are based on how many we give out.
The Mathematics Prize goes to Danny Walker, the Social Studies Prize to Susan Wisher, Basketball King to Larry Henderson ...
Best Doodles to Darrel Mason. Staying in line, Li Chu Huang, Best Nose-Picking to Jane Anderson. Best Pronunciation of the Letter B: Amy Witt..
Smallest Shoes, Kevin O'Malley. Memorable Show and Tell, Ronny Peebles. Best Third-Grader Whose Great Uncle Has a Metal Plate in his Head, Jane Zimmer.
Creative Graffiti, Patty Sheehan. Least Incontinant: Lauren DiFazio. Least Likely to Spontaneously Combust: There's a 457-way tie. YOU ALL WIN!
I'm sorry, fuck, but your wounds are of the mortal variety. You will not make it through the night ... Well, your body will for the most part, but it won't be metabolizing.
I was afraid of that, Doc. Listen, since you've been a good friend, I'll let you in on a secret: I've got 50 million dollars hidden in Comic 71339. Ugh, I am dyeing!
A bit perturbed. Fuck was telling me with his last breath about the $50,000,000 he'd hidden in Comic 71339, when he started talking about coloring his clothes...
Pssst -- Tobor, did you here that about the money? Don't tell anyone, and we can have the loot for ourselves!
DON'T WORRY! TOBOR NEVER TELL A SINGLE SOUL ABOUT THE 50 MILLION
... And now the entire stripcreator community knows.
You wake me at 5:15 AM to wish me a happy Fathers' Day, and tell me you'll do anything to make my day as happy as possible.
I explain to you how I've gotten deep in debt to the Mob, and how it will be my skin if I can't get together the money within a week.
Where's the money, Master?
Do you: Give me your organs to sell to science ....... Let me sell you into slavery ....... Become the sex toys of wealthy, sadistic octogenarians .......
So, if you were the Prince of Lies, you'd be lying to me right now, no?
Look, as we both know, an unmet premise in a counterfactual renders the entire statement null and void, such that any consequent has equal validity. Capiche?
Thanks, I needed that. Now I'm thinking more clearly. You really *are* the Prince of Lies, aren't you!
How does this happen to what seems to be your run-of-the-Mill healthy rabbit who plays Socrates up golf balls, and succeeds at other Rand-om physical activities?
Don't tell that the Hume-an condition is to be as sturdy as Plato, and our deaths Aristotally arbitrary and Locked in as it seems. We need to Kierkegaard our sanity.
How Dewey resolve the fact that our Nietzche in society is about to become vacant by this Sartrifact of our mortality? How can people let the end knOccam down?
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So I said, "If you magnetize your sperm sufficiently, they'll be attracted to the earth's ferric core. Your testes will hang out from under your kilt."
Ha, ha!
I don't know where you've been, me lad, but I see you won first prize!