A Normal Day in AP Chemistry…

Chem Daddy: If you can’t grab the lamb, there will be no shaking going on.

Gator: No, but I’m working on that.

Chem Daddy: John, you got one point.

Gator: For the whole quiz?

Chem Daddy: Fo sho.

Gator: MOTHER FATHER!

Junior: You guys are so immature.

Gator: It’s okay if we’re all Asian.

Chem Daddy: What do we know about alcohol?

Junior: It tastes good.

Chem Daddy: Jake!

Junior: I’m sorry! I’m hungry!

Ashlee: He was trying to gum my muffin.

George: That was blatant abuse of the quote system!

Chem Daddy: Patterns, Molly. Patterns.

George: I’m not mad I’m just- you’re out of staples!

Chem Daddy: Staples can take out gladiators.

Alyssa: You brave little toaster!

Chem Daddy: I was a polar bond five minutes ago.

Junior: You should just teach every class in the school.

Chem Daddy: Give me more stuff.

Junior: How much would 9.4 grams go for?

Chem Daddy: Or, eating a taco on a house. Let’s look at our taco.

Cunnor: That’s the weirdest looking taco ever. Those don’t look like wings; they look like boobs on his butt.

JT: Because the iodine is fat and you’re not attracted to fatness!

A-Will: You’re a fat kid, too!

Chem Daddy: Better shape than Walpole. And he’s been working out. We’ve got the man in this class. He’s like a little Adler junior. Which would you prefer, Jake?

Ladler: I would prefer you all shut up and die.

Junior: She threw a screw at me! YOU’RE NOT MY FRIEND ANYMOOORE!

George: Friend request denied.

Junior: I just lost her hamster!

Ashlee: Use the stick to your advantage!

Nickles: My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps, check it out!

Chem Daddy: Nick, why do you talk?

Junior: I was happy in the corner.

Brice: Screw you!

Junior: Screws me.

Ashlee: Without a woman, you wouldn’t even be here.

Nickles: Debatable.

Ashlee: I know! But it would be inappropriate.

George: Ehgn.

Ashlee: I am a woman! I am strong! Dang it.

Chem Daddy: Send her to Afghanistan!

The End.