Thursday, March 19, 2009

More classics

Deandre: "It's hot as fuck in here!"
Mr. Sebacher: "Deandre, that doesn't make any sense."
Deandre: "Why not?"
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Jonathan: "It's cold as hell in here!"
Mr. Sebacher: "Dante's Hell was freezing."
Jonathan: "What?"
Mr. Sebacher: "Dante, the Italian poet, who--"
Jonathan: "Who cares."
Mr. Sebacher: "I do."
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Marquita: "I want to write a poem, but I have writer's block."
Mr. Sebacher: "You could write a poem about me!"
Marquita: "Who'd want to write a poem about you?"
Mr. Sebacher: "It could begin, 'Jason's hair is golden, like the sun."
Marquita: "OK."
[She gets to work.]
Marquita: "I'm done."
Mr. Sebacher: [takes the paper and reads aloud.] "'Jason's hair is golden, like the sun.  But who really cares.' Nice."

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