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we were walking down the street and this guy starts screaming across the street at a girl he asked directions from, calling her awful names I won't repeat, and then proceeds to say “no follow me everyone I know what whats actually going on, unlike that ---” like, dude. you just asked for directions, she gave them to you. You didn’t know where you where you were going, but because a women said something that you don’t like, even though it was true, you suddenly think you know what you didn’t previously, in a matter of seconds? Wow. 

me. I just really wanted it to look cool. like I might have put thought into it or something. whoooo I'm so hipster and cool. 

Yeah no that’s all I got. 

I swear I’m not a banana. Please don’t ask again. 

I don’t wanna live on this planet anymore. 

Imagine how much bread there is. I just wanna know how many pounds of bread. there are 600 tables in the fancy restaurants, and three floors with restaurants like this. thats 1800 tables. we walk into the fancy room and there is a basket of bread on every table. even the ones that don't get used.  and them all the restaurants that make sandwiches, and all the tortilla’s if that counts as bread, and all the toast, and every other thing that I don’t know that requires bread. Just think about it. all that bread.  

 It was a student who asked if cows could commit suicide. It was a teacher who used South Park as a viable source of information. 

kid: “...Donald...Trump...”