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07 March, 2008 14:01
july 7th, 1997 [
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Fucking A-level bullshit. I'm not sad to see the end of that, but finishing would have been more satisfying if we didn't have another week here. Who the fuck is going to pay any attention to their classes when they've already finished exams, anyway? Two months since we've been let off school grounds to witness civilisation and the year's still not over. Fuck that. And fuck it hard.

More important than nancy things like the social or carnival. Where are the graduation parties?
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10 February, 2008 19:24
june 10th, 1997 [
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And that's how you play. Pity it's back to the fucking A-level grind now. Any bets on who has the first exam-season nervous breakdown?
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05 February, 2008 22:32
june 5th, 1997 [FILTERED TO SLYTHERIN&RAVENCLAW.] [
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You lot are shaping up okay, but it could be better. We'll get the bats out again tomorrow. Remember concussions are character-building, broken bones are a badge of honour, and you're a worthless shit stain with no house pride if you don't play. Party on.
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28 January, 2008 19:23
may 28th, 1997 [
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Oi. Authority figures. Dodgeball. When is it? I want to play.
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23 January, 2008 11:47
may 23rd, 1997 [
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Oi, Mumps. Just wanted to let you know they're still functional.
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12 January, 2008 21:19
may 12th, 1997 [
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Humour me here. Just one question.

Why the fuck are you lot campaigning now when no one is going to remember or care after the summer?
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04 January, 2008 18:44
vox politik. [
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( When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco. )
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