Tuesday, February 20, 2007

No high peepee for you, my boy.

™ Mel's so fat he can't even give your portfolio an A.
™ That’s not a joke, just true. Did you get an A?
™ No way. Who knows what I got. I think a B-.
™ And you still love Mel . . .
™ I didn't exactly go about earning high peepee scores last semester.
™ I'm sorry, what? High peepee scores?
™ Sorry. I'm laughing at myself. I don't know why, but that's the word that seemed like it deserved to go there. No real reason I guess.
™ Well, ok. No high peepee for you, my boy. None at all.
™ I love this— I'm sorry, what? High peepee scores?

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