Tell Me Stuff You Heard High/Middle School Students Say!
“Man! My trumpet sounds like my farts! Loud and glorious!”
“Your playing the wrong notes honey.”
“Is that an Italian loaf of pasta next to a French baguette?”
“Why would someone do this? It doesn’t make sense!”
Yes indeed!
“what’s a good villain name for my duck?”
Hm yes I approve of this person
lol the duck itself looks super weird after he doodled all over it with a pen to give it “tattoos”
group
"Please don't tell your parents that we talked about sex and drugs today in APUSH."
- My APUSH teacher, after explaining how smuggling worked through a drug metaphor and having us read an article on how colonial Americans viewed relationships
A text conversation in the marching band flute group chat
Person 1: we need to do some section bonding
Person 1: I think we should skip the football game and raid area 51
Person 2: I'm down
Person 2: we'd get to miss school to fly down
Person 3: yeah let's die
Person 4 (our section leader): as long as everyone has their drillbook fixed
Person 1: I do
Person 2: me too
Person 5: yup
Person 1: I think we all do
Person 4: then feel free
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HAPPY RAID DAY CRACKHEADS!
Someone has already Naruto-run past a reporter, we live in the greatest timeline. Until they get shot, in which case, September is going to be a generally tragic month.
Not something said but a kid ate a crayon in first block
"a vanilla chinchilla is a chinilla"
group
HAPPY RAID DAY CRACKHEADS!
WOOT WOOT!!!!
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Guy 1: You told me you had nudes!
Guy 2: Yeah. Of when I was a baby!
Guy 1: I DON'T CARE!
Everyone at the table:………….
Me: Uhhhhh, that's pedophilia…..
“I got some soup.”
“That is a bowl of marinara sauce.”
“It’s soup.”
begins eating the marinara sauce with a spoon
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“I got some soup.”
“That is a bowl of marinara sauce.”
“It’s soup.”
begins eating the marinara sauce with a spoon
Mood
“I got some soup.”
“That is a bowl of marinara sauce.”
“It’s soup.”
begins eating the marinara sauce with a spoonMood
We are at Cici’s Pizza and it’s almost 10 pm idk what we thought would happen
’liveblogging’ my night
“You’re a romaine lettuce”
“It what way am I a romaine lettuce?”
“Roman.”
“I am Greek!”
“I need my Dr Pepper.”
stomps off
“I hate being short.”
“I hate being tall.”
proceeds to argue which is worse
“Do you want some soup?”
“NO!”
“No.”
“No please stop.”
proceeds to eat nothing but crust filled with marinara sauce
“Can you cook bacon?”
“What?”
“Can you cook bacon?”
“Who are you?”
“She said ‘I am a 21 year old that is the same height as you.’ SHE IS IN MY CLASS.”
“This is my son now.”
slowly walks back with child
“This is my son.”