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mohit
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Freshmen can be funny sometimes........ the other day a kid walked up to me and asked me what my major was....I told him the story...started out as premed...tried a couple things here and there and ended up as an anthropologist. I thought they said the intake was getting smarter...but the kid then asked me what an anthropologist does...I asked him if he'd ever heard of Indiana Jones. He burst out laughing..I got pissed and then closed my eyes and imagined myself travelling to a faraway land...my beer belly and me....tipping my hat...only to look up and as if I was James Bond...say The name is Jones...Indiana Jones...
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Templarhawk
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The year was 1946, a year after the Great War - I mean the second world war, not the first. I remember it as if it was yesterday, as I drank that icy charrdonay in that dank little cafe outside of the gardens at Paris. I remember the cool breeze that ran through the cafe, the sexy waitress that kept shooting looks at me, the wonderful aroma that came from the kitchen...I think it was Escargo? No wait, it was a croissant...Well! Anyways, I had been called in to do some investigation over the mystery of the Golden Croissant! After the fall of Nazi Germany, the French had hidden this legendary treasure away from the dirty Americans and their lack of taste for croissants, but after the war had ended - no one knew where this breakfest item was found. Until....
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Cryst@lkyng
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The Sweds had unearthed a trail of flaky bread crumbs, they analyzed the breakfast item remains and found that these fragments had broken off from the Golden Croissant...and when they tasted it with their uncleansed palates...they died and turned into Croissants...HUMAN SHAPPED CROISSANTS! OH THE SANITY! What have we done!!!!
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