I didnt say I dont trust you. I said I wouldnt trust you with a 35 and a half ft. pole. You might lose it and in case I come by and be like "Hey do you still have that 35 and a half ft. pole" You would be like "Naw man, I lost it while I was listening to Toby McKeith Urbanswiftwood" and Id be like "Man, you better find that 35 and a half ft. pole, its my fathers 35 and a half ft. pole and he needs it to poke things with and whatnot." and youd be like "Go buy a new one" and Id be like "MOTHER****ER, 35 AND A HALF FT. POLES DONT COME CHEAP" and youd be like "get a 35 ft. pole, its cheaper" and id be like "Its not the same, my father can tell the difference between a 35 ft. pole and a 35 and a half ft. pole!" and youd be like "Get a 35 ft. pole and glue a half ft. of pole on it" and id be like "wait a sec, HOW THE HELL DO YOU LOSE A 35 AND A HALF FT. POLE ITS FRIKKIN' 35 AND A HALF FT. LONG" and youd be speechless.
But I can trust you with a PDI nomination. Its easier to manage than a 35 and a half ft. pole.
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: *teleports right next to the remote*
: Ack! *turns her machine on*
: We have recently come to the conclusion that snackoos are not only bad for your health, but taste awful too. 
: Due to our recent studies, we are hereby boycotting the candy factory, Sweet Things to cease to make the chocolate salty snacks, with 150 per cent more calories, also known as snackoos.
: I love snacking, but not on snackoos! So stop making 'em!
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