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| Mrs. Compeau: hi kids, as u all kno i cant teach chemistry, so luckily ive brought in mr. Z to teach u even tho hes a retard as well...take it away my little zimmy wimmy *i luv u fuck me now* | |
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| Mr. Zimmerman: Thnk u baybee, today i will go over on how to make digital resumes seeing as how we both cant teach chem, so we figure u might as well learn SOMETHING | |
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| Mr.Z: being able to create digital resumes will get u so far in life, u can easily make 50 dollars an hour doin them | |
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| Anand: so y aren't u doing that instead of pretending to teach for 2 bux an hour fag | |
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| Mrs. Compeau: o zimmy wimmy, i need to ehh chat with u in the janitors closet for a sec | |
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| Mr. Z: ooo mama i luv them saggy tittays | |
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