benhux | the future ain't what it used to be, newamsterdam

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Hey Ben, you working tonight?

That I am, Ollie. Coming to trade in those gold stars?

I believe there were mentions of a taco?

How's Bob doing?

There is one very stressed out girl in my 7th period class.

o Boberta.

She kept saying, "Monsieur Francois, you're going to post my grade under the right name, right? RIGHT?" And I cackled.

Dock points on her final if she dares put in her incorrect pre nom.

This one might cry.

Kids these days, man. Can't appreciate some french ass humor. "You think Tintin's real name was Tintin, Bob??"

She said, "BOB ISN'T EVEN A FRENCH NAME" and made more distressed faces.

watch out, sounds like you got a tracy flick on your hands there, Monsieur.

Bringing it back to the 90's again, you are becoming a favorite of mine.

Let's put on Ronald Regan masks and hold up a Wal*Mart.

I thought you'd never ask.

Chase a few white broncos?