December 2009
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Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to...
– John Keating, Dead Poets Society
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You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things...
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STORY: BY BSCHH
saabmagalona:
HAHAHAH Found this so funny :P
(via bschh)
it was the first day of school, and i was getting ready to get on the bus, so naturally i was like
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so i was doin’ my thang, and eating a banana as i got on. then i saw the driver and he was all like
so i was like
and he was like
so i was like
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i wasn’t allowed to eat the...
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Dean: I mean, come on, Sam. What are we doing?
Sam: We're hunting a ghost.
Dean: A ghost, exactly. Who does that?
Sam: Us.
Dean: Us, right. And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us. No, no, no we-we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane. You know, and then there's the-the-the bad diner food. And-and the-the skeevy motel rooms. And then the truck stop waitress with the bizzare rash. I mean who wants this life, Sam? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so. I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and-and-and I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you - you're gassy! You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. I mean, you know what? You can forget it.
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