Last night, as I sat in the film projector booth eating spics and watching the MIghty Boosh, the telephone rang. When I picked it up, I heard a(n) tortilla-making sound. It was my shit-like friend Noel. He told me that he couldn't solve the 8 problems that Dean Learner had assigned for homework.
I'm pretty sassy in math, so it took
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