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I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

“Where the hell did Jack come from?”
“No clue.”
“Well he doesn’t get shit then.”
The origins of the term “Jack shit” ladies and Gentlemen.  
The answer is 0.


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Me: Can I use the bathroom? Teacher: I don’t know, can you? Me: When I was using “can” I was using its secondary model form as a verbal modifier asking for permission, as opposed to expressing an ability. I thought since you were a teacher you’d know that. My bad. MAY I use the restroom?

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TEACHER:

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OTHER STUDENTS IN THE CLASS:

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AND I’M JUST LIKE :

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