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Marshall is in the office next to me. He made a list of end of conversations we can be having to scare the crap out of our students if they come to visit us.
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| So I was like "okay, fine maybe it was me that threw the damn tomahawk. but you know, it's not like that bitch ade any effort do dodge!" | |
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| "it wasn't until the other dog blew up that i knew we were fucked" | |
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| "and i was yelling 'the silver bullets!! Use the SILVER bullets you dumbfuck!!' God rest his soul" | |
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| "It wasn't until the next day that we found out it had been a MALE horse all along. Does that make me gay?" | |
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| "I finally told him 'Look, if you got bitten by a rabid nun, then YES, God probably does hate you'" | |
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| I was like 'lay off, officer. I mean, do you have any appreciation for the skill it took to take a dump up there?'" | |
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