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Math tests be like monkies eat 90 bananas per day how many
Math tests be
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monkies eat 90 bananas per day
how many elephants are on the roof?
orange because zebras don't wear hats
monkies eat 90 bananas per day
how many elephants are on the roof?
orange because zebras don't wear hats
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posted February 5, 2015 at 6:59pm UTC tagged with funny, orange, trolololol, mathtests, screwmath, howmanyelephantsareontheroof, zebrasdontwearhats, someoneplzsendmealinktoapictureofazebrawearingahat, quote
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