Jack: Croissants: dropped
Dee: Road: works ahead
Steven: BBQ sauce: on my titties
Dave: Shavacado: fre
Peter: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
Henry:
Henry, grumpy: I didn't understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
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Jack: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I'm torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Dee: Okay, but what is updog?
Henry: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Dave: Not, that's a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Peter: No, that's an update. You're thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
Steven: Surely, that's Uppsala, where's updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Jack: That's Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Dave: You're thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
Henry: No, that's an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Dee: What's a henway??
Jack: Oh, about five pounds.
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Jack: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Dee: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Henry: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.
Dave: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.
Peter: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.
Steven:
Steven: I have emotional scars.
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'Can I copy the homework?'
Jack: I can help you with it!
Dee: Yeah, sure.
Steven: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.
Dave: lol nope.
Peter: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!
Henry: *Read 5:55pm*
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Jack: Nothing in life is free.
Dee: Love is free!
Steven: Adventure is free.
Peter: Knowledge is free.
Dave: Everything is free if you take it without paying.
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Jack: Is stabbing someone immoral?
Dee: Not if they consent to it.
Peter: Depends who you're stabbing.
Dave: YES?!?
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Jack: *Gently taps table*
Dee: *Taps back*
Peter: What are they doing?
Dave: Morse code.
Jack: *Aggressively taps table*
Dee: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
YOU ARE READING
Dee's book of anything
Short StoryThis book is dead but feel free to vote or comment and shit
