All through grade school, high school, college, and even last year, I hardly ever passed a note in class. Now I do it constantly. Granted, the notes tend to say things like "Are you thinking of the Myth of Jones or something like that?", but still.
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May 10, 2007
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Do you fold them into cute shapes?
Posted by: A White Bear | May 10, 2007 at 10:14 PM
Are you thinking of the Myth of Jones or something like that?
Check one:
__ Yes
__ No
__ You smell funny
Posted by: Stanley | May 10, 2007 at 10:18 PM
"Wittgenstein has cooties, pass it on."
Posted by: rone | May 10, 2007 at 10:38 PM
man, you'd pass the cooties on? disgusting...
Posted by: DT | May 11, 2007 at 10:36 AM
Those kind of notes don't count. You need to work yourself up to penning snarky remarks about the stupidity of your classmates instead.
Posted by: bitchphd | May 12, 2007 at 11:58 AM