Chapter Six: April 2009

315) Zoë: Study hall is the worst idea every. Don't do it. It's like sex. Abstinence, stay away from it.

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316) Trevor: I end up on the bottom of a large pile of girls many times.

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317) Me: I'm going to be dictator one day.
Trevor: I'll vote for you.

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318) Me: Is Sousa… still dead?

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319) Cody: I know things! I know things… just not a lot of things.

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320) Trevor: We should have a sex joke competition.

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321) Me: Brian, give me your pants.
Brian: The nice ones?
Me: No, you need those. I want the jeans.

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322) Desi: He doesn't sing, he guitars.

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323) Me: Mi ombligo está en llamas.
[My bellybutton is on fire.]

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324) Hayley: I don't give a flying fruitcake.

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325) Hayley: X equals juice!

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326) Hayley: Funky bananas.

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327) Me: Desi, look at the time. We have an hour.
Desi: You ruined my life.

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328) Me: I could totally rock out to this song if I knew how to play it.

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329) Mr. Brothers: And that was okay… until they ran out of food.

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330) Me: Mr. Strand doesn't like chocolate.
Mom: Communist.

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331) Me: Do you have a problem with it?
Brian B.: Yes, I do.
Me: Well, get over it.

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322) Me: He's a communist 'cause he doesn't like chocolate.
Philip: What, so now he's Russian or something?

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323) Mrs. Strampe: Okay, class, definitions. What's "brine"?
Harry: A contraceptive.

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324) Bryant: You know how I wanna die? I wanna get killed by a panda.

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325) Kelly: That's inappropriate and kind of kinky.

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326) Kerry: Are they hotter than a pedophile with syphilis?

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