While writing a script for my advanced video production class,
my partner, Damen and a best friend of mine, Timmy… had this conversation…
Here are some tid-bits:
Are you insinuating that the head of the Catholic church is a prostitute?
No, I thought you were talking about being a hoe.
I’ve thought about being a hoe for six months…
I’ve learned a lot about it living in Nevada…
About being the Pope?
No about being a Prostitute.
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Can I be crucified?
I heard you get a free t-shirt.
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How fun would it be if you fall into a black hole?
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There are power outlets everywhere… like there’s a tree… bam, POWER!
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I want the super powers of Jesus! Like… if he could turn water into wine, could he turn the entire oceans into like… wine, or something. yeah, I guess so.
So why didn’t have like… river of BBQ sauce?
RAILROADS of BBQ sauce?!?!
Yeah. Wait, what?
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The mint motitos ocean, with the continents would be mint leaves and… there would still be railroads and rivers of BBQ sauce. And the animals would made of BBQ sauce too.
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I think I’m going to be the Anti-Christ.
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I AM a Vam-PIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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(Stories from French (while learning to conjugate -re verbs and passe compose of etre))
It all started with a sticker on my jacket….
And then… we got on the dead sea scrolls…
JAMES: What are the DEAD SEA SQURRIELS!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Marielle: Oh, dear, Lord.
…after making fun of James for a while…
Devon: We could kill a squirrel, dyed it blue, then laminate it, and throw it into the sea…
It would never decompose… and scientist in a million years will find it… and be like: IT IS A DEAD SEA SQURRIEL!!!!!!
Me: Yaaaaa…. Devon. (Pat on the Head)
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Soon, Timmy and I will embark on our Mexico Video editing marathon adventure. Hours and Hours and Hours holed away, slaving over and over and over and more over all our film, music, interviews, ideas, disagreements, pictures, etc…
There should be many more funny times to come… I still remember vividly last year’s adventure (timmy eating only pretzels and chocolate syrup for days on end, cotton eyed joe dance offs, and fear of microphones in the booth… good times)
I’m excited to start (especially now (only timmy and todd and melinda will probably understand that)) SO STOKED… although I still think we should have gone for the 8, oh well…
