The DJ Teacher
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sun, Apr 26, 2015
This is a semi-real story of my gym teacher, Devan Knop, who is a DJ for our school dances. If I do say so myself, this is hilarious. Get ready to laugh with some hilarious bits.
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