It's a life "shortener". It kills you s l o w l y....
It can be linked to smoking.
Learning math with our FAVORITE math teacher is like dunking your head in muriatic acid.
It burns...
It burns like a million suns,
It reeks the smell of a thousand unwashed arm pitts.
(now for the ever famous cliché line) no words can describe the pain our class is going through.
Lord please our section, columbia.
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