Yeah... fuck, I think I know some people I can trust, but they won't be able to do jack shit about it. They'll think I'm joking, or some shit...
We gotta make sure that the people at the heart of this don't figure it out, right? How the fuck do we find out who they are?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIWhy not just invite the whole school?
In this situation, there's two reasons why I'll trust a horde of teenagers more than anyone else. For one: they're hormonally imbalanced enough to love nothing more than smashing shit with a sledgehammer. Secondly: they're too stupid to come up with a conspiracy like this on such a grand scale.
Eh, it was kind of obvious that he didn't enjoy the subject anyway. And call me crazy, but I don't think I'm ever gonna get another chance to learn about Mexican wrestling in an academic setting, so I might as well take it. After all, we've still got Dr. Smith. (Smiles.)
and then they fricked in the bootyCock-a-doodle-doo! Sleep or not, there's still school today.
(Gordon's up at his usual 5:45. Shower, shave, teeth-brushing, breakfast with the family, the whole deal.)
(5:50 for Kim. She's well rested and ready to go.)
(Whoa, 6:30 for Charlie. He's not becoming an early riser, is he? Nah, he's just dicking around on the XBox when he could be actually getting ready.)
edited 24th Aug '13 11:56:47 PM by GlobsterAGoGo
and then they fricked in the booty

Listen to me. Morooka, that family...
What if we weren't the first people to notice this shit? You just painted a fuckin' target on your head!
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