My dad is a sub teacher, and he was covering an ISS class yesterday.
Thought of you, and my friend Yusra.

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The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets, and they will sell them for nothing...--Bright Eyes

Sorry, Dustbunny. What'd you do?

I've missed your silly ass in Knadler's.



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The grievance of the Fifth Decade
Is what students of syllogism used to call
An Undistributed Middle.

Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free! You are a pirate!

you loser...skippin again weren't you...you is bad...
well hope to see u in knadlers tomorrow...oh and by the way tomorrows friday....yay *does a jig*

yes, i was skipping again, but it was worth it, and yes tommorow is friday!!! YIPPIE!!

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my life, is like rotten fruit...
somebody will be willing to eat it,
but then emediatly spits it out.

i skipped, but thats okay

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my life, is like rotten fruit...
somebody will be willing to eat it,
but then emediatly spits it out.

was he bored? tell me he was bored... ISS fucking licks the sack

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my life, is like rotten fruit...
somebody will be willing to eat it,
but then emediatly spits it out.

He was confused, kinda bored. My friend Yusra was bored as all hell (that's a she, mind you).

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I'm told that I've got athat personality that's kinda caught between bubbly schoolgirl and I'm-going-to-murder-you-in-you r-sleep-wi th-a-rusty-spoon.

YIPPIE SKIPPY