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Sometimes I think I dreamt up that movie because none of my siblings or childhood friends remember it. How could they forget it?!?
That’s wild, my siblings and I talk about this freaky ass movie every now and then, but we’ve never met anyone IRL that’s seen it. It genuinely haunts me to this day.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to have discourse with my siblings about this movie.
Like what is it trying to to say about the Canadian public education system, especially regarding the Arts and how we treat teachers?
And why did the Signor not make paintbrushes out of the friend’s pubes? He could have doubled his capacity.
