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blää... verkar som om jag måste stanna hemma ännu en dag.... it's too boring!!

p & b tittar på tecka filmen som t,f,s,b&e har gjort.
p: alltså vadå "a FEST-B movie"?
b: nå det står nu för Fanny, Elsa, Sabbe, Tuuli och Blanca
*tyst*
p: men alltså vadå "a" FEST-B?
b: *stön* de e alltså som ett firma namn
p: ahaa, så alltså F för Fanny, E för Elsa, S för Sabbe,
T för Tuuli...
b: B för Blanca,
p: ... M för....?
b irriterad: nej alltså a, du vet som i a och an, sen FEST-B
och movie!!!
p: AHAAA!!

Vid morgonmålet.
D, B & O pratar om något.
P: *kommer in* Stön, ida eller i moron måste
ja rita Hitler

Hissa timme, frågan är: Hur skiljer sig människan från djuren?
E: Nå... Människan förstör planeten och djurena gör det inte...
förutom kossorna
*klassen börjar skratta*

Start på fyssa timme.

l: Det var en mörk kväll...
*knackning hörs på dörren*
l:... och någon kom försent.
Går till skåpet med olika mätglas...tar fram en kniv...
går till dörren... öpnnar den och kniven pekar mot eleven
som är alldeles förundrad

Buuuuääääh, hemma igen :(

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site.
Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then.
Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers.
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier.
Renegade steer clear!
A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide.
Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it. can't I have some time alone?
It's the end of the world as we know it can't I have some time alone? and I feel fine...fine...

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it. can't I have some time alone?
It's the end of the world as we know it can't I have some time alone? and I feel fine...fine...