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DoctorProctor: Okay, let's go over this one last time... what exactly are we doing? |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: do i have to draw you a diaphragm
'big country' kyle farnsworth pops a squat in the bushes an tells you what to say so the dingbat thinks you are a romantic hero
god scott havent you ever seen the movie 'roxanne' |
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DoctorProctor: Is that the one where Tom Hanks gets pursued by the CIA? |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: that was the man with one red shoe you shitverbing fucknoun
what about the st:tng episode 'the nth degree' where barclay and crusha act out a scene similar to this |
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DoctorProctor: what is "st:tng?" Are you talking about Sting? |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: the episode of roseanne where ant jackie is doen community theater |
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DoctorProctor: ...no? |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: a paticular episode of wishbone |
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DoctorProctor: Oh! Oh gosh here she comes! Get down get down get down |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: is that cat osterdman
call her a whore that is the right words |
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DoctorProctor: i'm not going tOh uh, hey there uh, Cat! |
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Gato: Scott, don't bother me right now. I'm in the middle of something. Goodbye. |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: tell her the yankees are in your hatchback and theyre here to kick her balls into outered space |
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DoctorProctor: help me kyle you promised you'dUm yeah sorry to bother you, hey could you run in place near this bush for a minute |
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Gato: Why? What's going on? |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: scott, in order to love simply, it is necessary to know how to show love. ask her if you can stick the best leg of three in her vagooter |
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Gato: What the hell? Hey Kyle you're like three times bigger than that bush, I can see you squatting there. |
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DoctorProctor: We were just
I was
oh my medication |
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Gato: Were you guys trying to pull a Cyrano de Bergerac on me? |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: what the fuck is cyrano de bergerac |
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DoctorProctor: I'm sorry! I just didn't know what to say to you, so I asked for advice, so I |
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Gato: o-kaaay. |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: i like yer bush |
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Gato: ...oh, you mean the wreath they gave us at the Olympics. Thank you! |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: i was talken about your vagina, friend |
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Gato: Look, get out of here. I'm tired of this. I've got too much on my mind to put up with |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: my salty, bowlegged fraternity |
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Gato: No, your |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: my embarrassment of riches |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: listen up brawny kitaen i was just helpen out a yankee, such is my obligation as team cappin. for you see i have a heart made out of gold, pumpen alfredo sauce blood |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: my ligaments is made of tightly wount irons
exspecially my lats |
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Gato: when was the last time you pitched? |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: like june |
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DoctorProctor: d'oh, hey Kyle, come on let's go, forget about it. |
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: i was just defenden yer honor to betty cracker over here
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Gato: And I was getting ready to continue my morning jog. |
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DoctorProctor: Why haven't you already? |
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Gato: !!! 
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pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: hole up
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