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Okay so this is an inside joke that you probably don't want to hear about including 3 hyper girls with dirty minds, 1 stuffed hippo and too much Dr. Pepper...Picture One and Picture Two of Hamilton.
I lost my hippo and found it on Stephanie’s head!
Look,
the hippo likes Steph’s head.
I
can’t sleep without my hippo.
Hippopotamus
sounds worse than hippo.
Don’t
throw the hippo across the room!
Get
my hippo.
Where’s
my hippo?
Give
me back my hippo!
No… one
time we took my brother’s monkey… it’s stuffed!
It’s a stuffed one-eyed monkey!
This
one time, at band camp with my brother’s monkey, I...I...I lost my hippo!
HIPPOS!
(Screamed at the top of our lungs on a bus)
I love my
hippo!
It’s
a gray stuffed thing. WRONG!
WRONG! WRONG!
Okay, so hippo sounds better than that!
So
the word hippo has no “wrong connotations” but it sure sounds like it.
I think we’ve been hanging around guys way too much.
So, where
were we? Ah, yes… hippopotamuses,
or is it hippopotami?
I
cheated on the monkey with the hippo!
Ah,
what you think up at 2:30 in the morning!