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FUN FACT:

i was born on friday the 13th and i weighed 6 pounds 6.6 ounces

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I FOUND MY BIRTH RECORD SEE

MY MOM LITERALLY TOLD ME THAT SHE FCKING TOLD THE NURSE IF CREEPY SHIT STARTED HAPPENING IN HER HOSPITAL ROOM SHE WAS GONNA GIVE ME UP FOR ADOPTION

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Are you missing a toe

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Drake warned me about you

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Add in your own language

English: I love you

Slovak : Milujem ťa

Finnish: Panisin

Slovenian: Ljubim te

Danish: Jeg elsker dig

Portuguese: Amo-te

Tagalog: Mahal kita

Punjabi: Panchod chup kar

Somali: Dhillo iska amus

Arabic: انتا حمار

Spanish: Te amo

Bangla: ami tumake bhalo bashi

Indonesian : Aku cinta kamu

Hindi: Mein ghadhe ka bacha hoon

Pashto: spey pashante khkarey

Urdu: Mujhay tum say mohabbat hai

Tamil: Po da mairu pudungi

Malayalam: Patti kazhuda de mone

Kannada: Nind tale nal gobra thumbide

Telugu: Nee muddilo manta petta

Azeri: Seviram Sani

Russian: иди на хуй (idi na houy)

Bosnian: Mrš u pičku materinu

Marathi: Mi tula prem karate/karato

Kurdish: Ez te hezdikhem

Chinese: 我爱鸡饭

Greek: είσαι μαλάκας (ise malakas)

German: Ich liebe dich

Swedish: Jag älskar dig

Romanian: Te iubesc

Norwegian: Jeg elsker deg

Polish : Kocham cię

French : Je t'aime

Lithuanian: Aš myliu tave

Korean: 사랑해 (sa rang hae)

Hungarian: szeretlek

Dutch: Blijf met je vieze tengels van mijn fiets af

Turkish: Seni seviyorum

Catalan: T'estimo

Icelandic: Ég elska þig

Faroese: Eg elski teg

Irish: Is aoibhinn liom tú

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Somersault kisses take off in China.

Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)

Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there?

Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is?

Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.

Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?

Dad: Hey are you awake? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.

Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.

Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.

Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.

Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.

Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.

Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book.

Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.

Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*

Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.

Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...

Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.

Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.

Dad: Fuck the government.

Dad: Fuck the school board.

Dad: Close the door.

Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.

Dad: I love puns.

Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.

Dad: Please shut up.

Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.

Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.

Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.

Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.

Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.

Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.

Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.

Dad: They act like I care what they think.

Dad: I hate homework.

Dad: I have decided to become a politician.

Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.