C: Oh, he was talking about, why do people point at their mouths when they talk about eating? Would you say 'I need to go to the bathroom' and then point at your crotch?
S1: Oh, ok.
C: Great way to start a conversation, by the way.
S2: So what are you writing now?
C: About P**'s crotch.
S2: Fair enough.
C: This program is going to turn me to drink.
J1: But you can't.
C: I don't care!
J1: This course is in direct conflict with my ability to not do work. With my plan!
A1: Wow, you look like death.
C: What?
A1: You look like...that band...metal..aaah...never
A1: Someone should write a poem about C and her notebook.
C: I agree.
A1: Who loved long and hard...
A1: ...it's like, my mother told me I was special, and now I'm going to prove it by getting into C's notebook!
C: I am so uninspired. you have no idea. That's why I'm reading about nihilism. I feel it might give me some perspective.
K: I actually only went to one class last week.
B: Which one?
K ...one second...
K: Conversation just isn't as controversial without P**.
C: Noo...maybe we should start talking about raping gerbils, just to spice things up.
K: I don't think we have the right crowd here, man.
P: You(S2) just can't leave me alone. I leave you in the hallway when you were touching my special area...
C: That's the problem with being a guy here. Everyone knows who you are: there's like six of you. You should dress up as a girl.
P: I have, on numerous occasions. I did on my wedding anniversary.
S2: I need a beard, that's the problem.
C: How would that help?
S2: I mean, like a fake relationship to mask my burning desire for P***.
P: It is a horrible place. It smells like cancer.
S2: It smells like despair...no, P**** smells like a crushing lack of desire to continue to exist. There's a subtle difference there.
S5: P*** smells like wet llama.
S2: The thing is, I can complain about the program with you, but you don't drink, so I can't get drunk with you and complain abou the program.
P: I don't need to get drunk to complain about the program.
S5: P** already embodies so much of that drunken behaviour...
P: Homophobes are the best to sit on their lap and kiss their cheek. It's the best.
S2: This I've actually seen at St. John's one and only gay bar: homophobic guys who get hit on and freak out.
E: How would that...?
P: How would that be warm? If you wore live ducks on your foot?
E: Yeah, but...
V: Haven't you ever seen The Empire Strikes Back?
V: This one guy used to come into HMV and poo in the hip hop section.
S5: Protest! Protest!...poo-man.
V: Actually, we called him 'Eyebrows.' He had these crazy eyebrows...
C: You could do an interpretive dance of the way one feels on the first day of orientation at Library School.
P: I don't have a gun.
P: Stop saying tunic!
S5: Tunic tunic tunic tunic...
S5: Nobody else has ever noticed, but I am utterly conviced that I look like a football player.
P: You can sit here (strokes lap).
S2: Uh, we've been through that.
P: I bet you'd change your tune if..I..were my mom...so many inappropriate things I say around that guy. I love it.
P: I had warmed up a place for you and everything. All here...
C: Your crotch has come up in conversation a lot lately.
S2: Alright. What are you writing now?
C: About P***'s crotch.
V: I bet you five bones.
K: I don't have five bones. Can it be five actual bones?
V: I'll take five pinky bones.
K: Why do all bands in this genre sound like shit you throw in a dumpster? 'Throbbing Gristle'?
S2: If you want to start thrashing about ironically, it's probably a good song to listen to.
C: 'Thrashing about ironically'?
S2: Yeah, thrashing about ironically, as opposed to sincerely.
P: That's an odd expression, though. Who makes a list for laundry? Here's my laundry list: 'Do the laundry.'
P: Are you trying to fellate me?
S2: Uh, no. I'm trying to get my jacket. I can see how the two can be confused, but...
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