I just spent the past 48 hours grading my students' final portfolios and chewing Black Jack gum with Araki and Tony Soprano on standby for inspirational support. Now I'm done. Semester's over. Hallelujah. Go on, Jon-dog. Buy yourself a pint.
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"Got tight last night on absinthe. Did knife tricks." - Ernest Hemingway
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"According to Don Armando, the number of pendejos, even as you read this, is innumerable. It has been estimated that if pendejos could fly, the skies would be darkened and we would enter a new ice age. The pendejos would get a severe sunburn." -Jose Antonio Burciaga
Dr. Desiree's the burning boy.
"Got tight last night on absinthe. Did knife tricks." - Ernest Hemingway
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