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Today was my very last day of school. Not ever, but for this year at least. I have to admit I got a bit emotional as all the memories of the year flooded back. Oscar yelling "#$@! you" at the top of his lungs whenever there was an akward silence. Or not an akward silence. Pretty much all of the time. See, my friend has kind of issues with needing to say something profane every 24 seconds. Or, if not that, something entirely irrelivent to the conversation.
Me: Hi Oscar
Oscar: %#$@ off.
Me: Well what was that for?
Oscar: Because I hate you.
Me: Hate me? I'm like your best friend.
Oscar: No $#!@ sherlock!
Me: You know, you might want to cut down on the profanity.
Oscar: Recpect you elders son.
Me: I'm older that you!
Oscar: Did I ask you?
Yup, okay, feel free to run away screaming now.
Today was my very last day of school. Not ever, but for this year at least. I have to admit I got a bit emotional as all the memories of the year flooded back. Oscar yelling "#$@! you" at the top of his lungs whenever there was an akward silence. Or not an akward silence. Pretty much all of the time. See, my friend has kind of issues with needing to say something profane every 24 seconds. Or, if not that, something entirely irrelivent to the conversation.
Me: Hi Oscar
Oscar: %#$@ off.
Me: Well what was that for?
Oscar: Because I hate you.
Me: Hate me? I'm like your best friend.
Oscar: No $#!@ sherlock!
Me: You know, you might want to cut down on the profanity.
Oscar: Recpect you elders son.
Me: I'm older that you!
Oscar: Did I ask you?
Yup, okay, feel free to run away screaming now.
posted by Adam at 7:28 PM
3 Comments:
"Now what I want you to do is take out some hamburger meat-- or turkey meat-- or any kind of meat really, and I want you to put it away and not use it."
"Then I want you to cut off arms and legs with a butcher knife. Now go hug your mom! Oh, right, you can't, you don't have any arms."
Put your severed limbs into an oven and cook them at a BAJILLION degrees fareheight for one million years....and that's one million years.
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