Aerosol;
true or false, should they be stored in warm places?
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went high in the morning with riny talking about horny stuff.
firstly it got off (as usual) when we started talking about mrs foo and her pregnancy, and who's idea it was in the first place.
riny: ugh, i hate mrs foo and her moodswings! i wish she wasnt pregnant!
me: you mean you hate her husband, cause he's the one who effed her in the first place.
riny: yeah! why didnt he use a condom??
me: maybe cause she nagged him to give her babies.
riny: yeah, maybe she went and said,"give me babies now or i'll book you!"
LOL riny, mrs foo and her booking slips!
it pretty much got on from there.
science class didnt help at all.
especially with that animated picture of the metal cylinder inserting itself into a ring.
riny: sam! look at this.
me: what's that? oh...
riny: it looks damn wrong.
me: uhhuh.
*stares at animation. expanded cylinder keeps on poking at ring, unsucessfully trying to go through.*
riny: *clicks button that says"click to cool cylinder"*
*contracted cylinder now goes through the ring. sucess!!!*
me: ehh. want to ask mrs foo if the picture means anything to her?
of course it does, after all she had the experience. >:) (the experience part was from riny!)
oh my, we have such wild imaginations.
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did marching during band while playing Sousa.
i have a feeling ms sia made a bet with the tkss band condctor saying that she could turn us back into a military band in no time. (yes tkgssb used to be military.)
how was i supposed to march with the bassoon???
doing all the swings and turning, standing next to the trombonists was pretty dangerous.
after all, both had an equal chance of knocking someone over unintentionally.
see people, that is why tkssmb doesnt have bassonists.
as far as i think so, anyway.
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Fumbling his confidence, And wondering why the world has passed him by. Hoping that he’s bent for more than arguments, And failed attempts to fly. We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside, Somewhere we live inside. We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside. - meant to live, switchfoot