So my Asshole Biology Teacher/wrestling coach, Mr. Kistler, from 9th grade came into my work the other day, and ran up and asked, "Hey! Do you know where the Marshmallows are!?"
Me:" ....Nope!"
Mr. Kistler:"oh...ok..."
He hustles by later with a jar of marshmallow fluff, and announces "It's by the peanut butter, thanks anyway!"
So even if I told him where the marshmallows were, he wouldn't have found them, cause he was looking for marshmallow fluff. In some way, this explains why I hate that guy.....
fucker.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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