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Dude, that's not even crunchy peanut butter and you didn't even spread it to the edges of the bread. Damn. Does look tastier however than anything my wife has cooked in the last 8 years.
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Who's tric? Some n00b that didn't follow the rules? (No, can't be, we have to be rico suave with them now, as Fishman is so nimbly demonstrating.)
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If your thumb comes out green, you might want to stick to using your fingers, just saying is all.
Morning fuckers from apparently sunny philadelphia!
-SrD
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How I taught my clerk English:
When I was a kid I read a story in some kung fu magazine about a guy who wanted to learn from the greatest sensai there was. He traveled far to the remote mountaintop this sensai made his home and begged him to teach him. Sensai says he'll do it only if the student followed his instructions without question or complaint. Student said okay, and the training commenced. It consisted basically of the student doing all the physical labor around the place, gathering eggs, milking cows, whatever, and periodically the sensai jumping out of the bushes to beat the crap out of him. Eventually, after months or years of this, the student began to be able to defend himself, anticipating the attacks and eluding or blocking them. After years and years of this abuse, he had so learned karate or kung fu or whatever that he was nearly the sensai's equal.
So ten years ago when I started at this firm, we had a kid, barely 21, born in Mexico and with only a moderate level of English. At one point early on, he made a mama joke - said my mom's so fat the back of her neck looks like a package of hot dogs. A respectable showing for a first time mama joke, but about equal to the first time the student fought back against the sensai. I've since spent the past ten years abusing and insulting this kid and his dear sainted mother, who I'm sure is a lovely woman despite my innumerable claims to having defiled her in every way and in every orifice imaginable.
Like the student above, he has slowly learned to anticpate and counter the attacks, and to even get off a good one now and then about my own mom. In a way, I'm almost proud of how far he's come when he tells me he's fat because every time he fucks my mom she makes him a sandwich. >sniff<
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I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling kids!