Ah, the end of the year...

boy 1: "Are there any buff guys I can check out?"

boy 2: "Um... I really don't know."

boy 1: "Did you... just spank me as I walked by?"

boy 2: "It was a friendly pat."

boy 1: "I suggest you not 'friendly pat' too many people."

boy: "Fih-do? Huh?"

girl: "Fie-do. Fido. I JUST said that."

"I'm doing free-time things!"

"Smell my neck!"

"Boogers are lucky."

boy 1: "I get really offensive when you talk about my mom."

boy 2 and me, simultaneously: "You mean offendED?"

boy 1: "I know what I say."

"I dare you to smell the glue. It smells... weird."

"My Snuggie makes me invincible."

"It's Friday, Friday- [he's] locked out on Friday!"

"How do you spell great?"

"I was on a railroad to heaven- then I jumped off."

*The following are ALL from our Bunco tournament. Seriously.*

"That place is like the Las Vegas of tables. It's... the best."

"Crabs don't make noises... do they?"

boy: "I'm getting nothing!"

girl: "Except a big bowl of despair."

"Can I squish it?"

"You lost your BONCO, you turd."

"I have neutral feelings about you. I might play this game on weekends."

"THIS. IS. BUNCO!!!!!" (front kicks desk)

"When I'm not playing Bunco, I am sad. Because... I'm just... emo."

"I'm going to hit you with my nuts!"

boy, talking to dice: "I know I look funny, but you have to look past that, into my heart... because I NEED to roll sixes."