1979. As a teacher it really isn't the culture that my students don't understand that bothers me, it's the stupid questions they ask. This week, after seeing an unfamiliar word on a worksheet a student asked me "What does existence mean?" I told her I wasn't qualified to answer that question.

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Last baby. Everytime.

It's actually the Cum In Mother's Mouth Festival. A small but significant distinction.

Oregon Trail the Movie would be fantastic. Half the characters would die of dysentery before getting to California, so lots of pathos and shit. The buffalo hunting scene would feature the latest in CGI excitment and the river fording scenes would be epic.

Kaboom!, with John Waters catching bombs played by the cast of Jersey Shore, in a bucket made from the bones of Alex Trebeck. The whole thing is filmed on a green screen and the backgrounds are leftover shots from Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.

I eat the pussy, I eat the ass. I eat the whole thing.

I gave up that routine as quickly as he did. Kept the name though.

I didn't mention that the story took place in Hawai and that the canned ham was pineapple flavored?

Who threw that ham at me.
I'm sad this is an urban legend. I first heard this story ten years ago in college from a friend who said some friends of his saw it while in high school. The story also ended with the woman yelling. "Isle 13, is that you? Shit!"

This is the 12th time.