Salutatorian Neglect
So Mrs. Niemi was raving about the cover art for One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
the other day, and all I could think about was how much he looked like Revolver Ocelot from Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes.
P.S.: So I guess I'm number two in the class now, so I get to give a speech for real this time. Now only one question remains: How big of an ass do I want to make of myself?
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5 Comments:
don't sell out and make a bitch move, maxwell - give a speech for the PEOPLE....the people. i don't want any "best years of our lives" or "all the hard work will pay off," i need something with substance; something with balls. i have faith in your ability to cleverly take a few shots at BHS. allusions to the raz would be helpful, if not almost mandatory. YAY YAY YAY THREE CHEERS FOR MAX!!
i think its pretty obvious that you should dust off the napoleon dynamite costume and get thoroughly into character and ramble about bow staff skills, voting for pedro, and sweet jumps.
Just read "What My Credit Union Means To Me." I think I suggested this previously, but it's still a really good idea.
i think its pretty obvious that you should dust off the napoleon dynamite costume and get thoroughly into character and ramble about bow staff skills, voting for pedro, and sweet jumps.
Yeah that would be really clever and hilarious.
i second houle's suggestion.
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