This man dragged me out in front of 120 of my classmates, pulled out some weird swiss implement of torture, and sliced my left forearm, just to see if my clotting factors were working appropriately. DAMN HIM!!! At least I got a swiss chocolate bar for my trouble. And I learned how to pronounce the word "protein" in swiss.....(sounds like "Pro-TAIN"). Ah the good ol' days....
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"....one day matt, mal, carl, and sumeat and every other member of indian club will see ze woods from ze trees or my name is not reto neighgaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!"
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