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The Ellen Larson Page! | ||||||||||||
�Oh my god. Catharine, what�s my last name!?�
�Yes, I�m bleeding!� �I want you to put an octopus on your head�now are brains are being controlled.� �My hat is my life.� �We have literary sex.� �When I�m a grownup, I�m going to wear footy pajamas.� �It�s not a vase, it�s a vaaz, damn it.� �If I had to describe my life in one word I would say wax-paper. With a hyphen.� |
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��it�s a confidence issue, like wearing colorful underwear.�
�She has magic powers. I mean like sort of�she could grow a chia pet, maybe.� �Man, I wish I were a ghetto underdog.� �Euler was an oily bastard.��Carolyn Bussey �I bet he had a mustache.��Ellen Larson �What do you call a group of people?��Jesse Watson �Stupid.��Ellen Larson �Placebos, parameciums, they�re the same thing.� �I�m disinterested in this because it doesn�t have Greek hoes in it.� �Parker Ogden, you�re a woman!� �Metaphors are dirty. I hate them.� �We don�t call it hazing. We call it stabbing.� �It�s on some romantic island, like Russia.� �Math is more important than bathroom.� �Bubbliest laptop ever.� �And by �we� I mean �me�.� �You know what�s like the metric system except stupider? The British.� �It�d be like electing Jesus.� �It�s called a gelatoid or something. It�s like a robot made of gelatin.� �That�s why I�m going to kill her, because she�s not giving me attention.� �It�s like Gollum, but except for countries.� �My fingers don�t like fingers.� �You have no idea how grouped I am right now.� �I�m not mocking you, I�m mocking with you.� �Fruit snacks are like Jesus, you can�t throw them.� |
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