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"Mona, you are so yag! What a yag note!" - - Kyla. Remember yag, Kyla? Yag Yag Yag!
"Ya know Chrissie, you seem to have a habit of dropping things that go in your mouth." - - Kyla. I dont know WTF she was talkin about...
"Yeah, soak in your lies, CandyBoy!" - - KOTH.
"Now 30 pecent less stank!" - - The Simpsons. Yee Haw.
"His legs are dangling in a comical fashion!" - - Kyla. God only knows.
"Whats a Cha-chi?" - - Eric, Emily's brother. They were talking about Cha Chi from Happy Days, I believe...
"My pen now is getting gone really fast now." - - Kyla. I swear. She really wrote this. Were you high when you said that Kyla? Sheesh.
"We're going fox-huntin' when we get home!" - - Katie, my sister. There is this insane fox that lives in a woods right by our house, and every night from like 11 till 3 he might be out there, doing this horrible horrible sreeching-screaming deal, and this night he had been out for a super long time, and was like, 3 yards from my window. It sucked, man.
"MOLY SPOO!!!!" - - Me and Kyla, sometime. Who knows wtf we were talking about. I think it was a typo that escalated to a near-obsession with us.
"What exactly is an 'all-star', and does it have to get its game on?" - - Emily. *chuckle*
"OKAY, so wait. If you multiply 8 by 1, do you get 9? What about 1 by 8?" - - Me and Kyla, after we finally figured out that 8 and 1 weren't factors of 9. This took us like, 10 minutes. We were in the math room after school trying to finish a damn test when we realized that that was the problem. No matter which way you mulitply 8 by 1, you don't get 9! *Gasp*! I think Kyla had had too much chalk, and we had both been spinning in Mr. Michaelson's chair too long.
Katie: That guy has the longest neck I've ever seen!
Me: Yeah, but he makes up for it with his small round head.
There was this redneck in Arkansas...
"We'll always be Kyla-mockers! Haha! "I Love Jason! Lil' mousey corndog!!" - - Mona, in my yearbook, ahhh...the memories of mocking Kyla and Jason, and hacking her account...good times, good times...lol.
"I will NEVER stop whoring!" - - Kyla. Who else?!
"Ouch, was that Hard Tack?" - - Hannah. She made the Worlds Worst Hardtack. But it was funny, so we're all good.
"Chriiisssssieee...I have suuugarrrryyyy haaaard taaaack..." - - Julie. She made hard tack for extra credit in social studies, and put sugar in some for me and Kara. I was excited for 'em all day.
"You're gonna die!" - - Veldie. That confused me soo much. She just said it. I was like WHOA! Where did this come from!?! It was a hoot.
"THEN WHO THE HELL AM I GOING OUT WITH? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? WHO THE HELL AM I?!?" - - Julie, Veldie and me. It was the last day of tennis, and we were messing around behind the courts. Andy and Eric were there, but everybody was switching names and identities and such. It was just a big stinkin' pile of fun.
"JOSH IS GAY!!!!!" Brett. God, this was hilarious. We were in Tech Ed, in our little corner, and you couldn't say anything around Josh without him making it something perverse. Finally I just was like, "Josh, can't you say ANYTHING without making it a penis joke?!?" and Brett started cracking up soo hard and finally YELLED, SO LOUD, across the whole room, "JOSH IS GAY!!" I think it was the highlight of any Unified Arts class I've ever taken.
"Remember, just spank as many pizzas as possible this summer." - - Kyla, in mny yearbook.
"Excuse me sir, theres not enough spank on my pizza."
"Yes, extra cheese and pepporoni. And could you please spank that, ma'am? Thank you."
"I like my pizza SPANKED!"
"Mona's fries don't have enough spank on them. Will you spank them. Chrissie?" - - Kyla and me. Ah. The long running jokes with with pizza and spanking.
O! IT'S NOT GRAY!! - - Mona. We did this thing, in Foods class once. We had to make a product, and a commercial. Incidentaly, Kyla and Mona decided on a colorful trash can, [Trash-o] The jist of the commercial was Mona jumping back [appearing to be appalled at the color of out trash can...gray.]and yelling: "What and ugly trash can!!" and then giving us the Trash-o, which was basicly the same but we colored crap all over it. All in all, that was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
"Whats that sound?"
"It must be Hobo Dave taking a squeege in the vent." - - I don't remember who exaclty said this one, probably Emily J or me. [WOW, clever!]
"Hey, guys, guys...what's that black thing out there? It's moving!!!" - - Emily Worzalla
"Okay, here’s the plan: We sacrifice one of us to run outside. If it is a bear it will run toward you, but if it is a deer it will run away. Then in the morning when we find your body, if it has claw marks on it, it was a bear...or...a rabid deer of some sort." - -Me. Did you know that if you stare at a BUSH at midnight on a full moon for long enough it startes to move and looks like a bear? Yeah. It does.
"What if it was the infamous half-deer half-bear who was born entirely bear?" - - Emily J. Good times, baby.
"The bear is going to eat anyone whose name is, or rhymes with Worzalla. That includes Lorzalla, Torzalla and Mozzarella." - - Sara and Emily J.
"The fire likes anyone whose name is or ryhmes with Christine. So if your name is Jean Walla Walla, you're really in trouble." - - Emily Jones.
"Man, Hobo Dave would be SO hott if he would shave!" "It's a full moon tonight."
"Oh no! That's when Hobo Dave comes out to hunt lizards!"- - Emily and Emily.
"Ew, this salad is dusgusting. It looks like you-know-who!" [Well, only Emily and Sara will know who...but yeah.] - - Emily Wrozalla
"WE'RE HERE! WE'RE QUEER! WE DON'T WANT ANYMORE BEARS!" - - Motto of the Bear Patrol.
Emily: "Bathroom Buddy Christine, come with me. I have to pee again." Sara: "I have to go too!" Emily W: "Don't leave me here by myself!" Christine: "Okay, me and Emily and Sara go to the bathroom, Emily you stay here and gaurd the bear." - - Pretty self-explanatory. Even though I'm not really positive this is what happened...
"Emily, are you pregnant? You pee ALL THE TIME!" - - Me.
"Okay, new plan. You open the window a little, and I'll shine Veldie's CLOCK at it!" - - Me, again. Sorry this is so self-oriented, kids.
