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Да ладно тебе. Мой отец говорить по-руÑÑки. Как твой отец бы чувÑтвовал ÑебÑ, еÑли бы мой отец напиÑал кое-что в его ВИКИ, и твой отец ничего не мог бы читать? Ðаверно, он бы чувÑтвовал ÑÐµÐ±Ñ Ñ…ÑƒÑ‘Ð²Ð¾.
Ummm.... me too. But better yet, my dad is B&G (I mean Facilities). He can make the whole campus smell like soy sauce, just by snapping his fingers. He can also fertilize the grass with ground up chicken bones, and no one will dare to stop him. He could pave the path in front of Weston / Brooks if he wanted to, but he doesn't like you, so he won't. How would your dad feel if he knew that your sorry ass was the only thing stopping the student body from enjoying a perfectly respectable concrete walkway instead of sloshing through matted down dirty snow and ice to save a few seconds on the way to Schow? I bet he would feel pretty damn terrible.