The Cellar: My thread can beat up your thread.
The Cellar: Your sister's hot, but your mom can do that thing with her tounge...
The Cellar: Plenty of girls and bands and slogans and lots of hoopla, but remember,
NO politics. Issues confuse people.
The Cellar: When people say things like, 'that's what I'm talkin' about,' I'll bet that's... the... ummm... type of thing to which they're referring.
The Cellar: The debate rages on. But not here.
The Cellar: Apparently the difference between a stink bomb and a Level 3 toxic biohazard is two extra drops of sulfur tetraoxide.
The Cellar: Don't worry. It's kinda cool... in a loser, dorky, nerdy, 'I'm never
gonna have sex' sort of way.
The Cellar: Life is hilariously cruel.
The Cellar: We do not suffer fools gladly; but if it's any consolation, we will gladly
make fools suffer.
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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