Girl: Did you just tickle that picture's nose?
Guy: [voice=zombie] That's my locker. [/voice]
Me: *munches on a biscuit*
Tater-Tot: Biscuits is a cannibal!
Guy: Ashley, get your hand of Casey's genitals.
Me: How many numbers are in the alphabet?
Girl: 22
CJ: Don't write this in your journal even though I'm writing it in your random quotes notebook. My new telephone number is 265-358-3387
CJ: I like watching the majorettes stretch.
Me: Pervert.
CJ: So are you.
Me: Only because I've been overly exposed to the perverted radiation that is Trey, Trevor, and Brian.
CJ: I thought of it being more like osmosis. Like some perverse fluid. *gestures toward my leg*
Me: Oh, come now, CJ!
Guy: My name is Jablome. Haywood, Jablome
Other guy: I'm Mihoff. Jack, Mihoff.
Me: Pervs.
Tater-tot: Biscuits!
Me: Oh, crap! Hide me! Hide me!
Guy: Tis true, tis true.
Girl: Phone! Phone! The phone's ringing! The phone's ringing! Mrs. King! The phone's ringing!
Guy: Tis true, tis true.
Guy: I warn you. Mess with me and find yourself SOL and JWF.
Other guy: Huh?
Guy: Sh*t Outta Luck and Jolly Well F*cked.
Me: *watching guy on psp* Ten bucks says you get busted.
Guy: There's no way the cops can catch me. Um, how do you use boost?
Me: Twenty bucks.
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