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A private high school with great academics and athletics. If you live anywhere in AVA you probably should try to go to sssas. Not Episcopal( fucking 60,000 a year to just have someone else raise your kid to be surrounded by douche bags.. Not to mention 0 parties and nice cars EHS. Pretty much the laughing stock of AVA), not Ireton( a "private school" ur better off going to T.C. BI sucks at literally everything.), not T.C.(Broke boy's attend, plus serg...), not Gonzaga(your dick will actually shrink and ur such a faggot), and def not Landon( fucking gross). SSSAS guys and girls are usually very attractive, athletic, wealthy, and smart. There is a reason every other fucking school shows up to our parties. So if u want to pull poon come to SSSAS( if u can get in we dont take a dumbass)
He goes to St. Stephens & St. Agnes School, definitely has a huge cock.
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on October 21, you can throw anybody with the name Stephen with no permission needed
Prepare to be yeeted for it is national throw stephen day
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A sarcastic phrase that originated in a Steam review for Call of Duty Black Ops 3, when a game loads so slowly to the point where you assume someone who can't even run (Stephen Hawking) is faster than the loading time of the game.
John waited for his new game to load, and the game's loading time said it would finish in 3 days.
John: (Writing a negative review) Stephen Hawking runs better than this game.
Stephen Stotch is a dilf, a bottom, and underated. And Stephen Stotch x Randy Marsh is best ship
Colt: hi love
Alex: "N- Ngh~.." Stephen moaned quietly and softly, as he felt Randy thrust deeper into him. "G- Gh– ahhh..~" He let out another small, soft whimper. He gripped the bedsheets tighter, his face red, and sweating. Stephandy. STEPHEN STOTCH x RANDY MARSH
Colt: I'm leaving you
Alex: I drew Stephen pregnant, breastfeeding me.
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The longtime founder and lead "singer" of the hard rock band Ratt.
Ratt is by far the very best Hair Band of the 198Os. There were a lot of other Hair Bands that emerged in the 8Os but Ratt overshadowed them all. Stephen Pearcy moved like a dork and didnt often sound great at Ratt concerts, but he sure could write a great melody. After Ratt Pearcy went on to form other bands such as Arcade, Crystal Pystal, and the Tittie Suckers. To this day, Pearcy still smokes an eighth of weed a day and consumes a quart of whiskey each night. The 64 year old rocker is still pumping out great solo material and last year scored a huge hit with the song Round and Round!
Stephen Gawking was a gawkicist who was considered among the best since Einstein and Newton. He was also an autist, prompting many mindless gawkeist nuts to use arguments from authority. It was obvious why a man like Stephen Gawking was a gawkeist. It wasn't intellect that encouraged him. It was emotion stemmed from the condition he suffered. You could see that this was the case when an otherwise intelligent man used an evidenceless hypothesis (multiverse which is science fiction) to advocate gawkeism. Unfortunately, many gawkeists then used arguments from authority by asserting that because Gawking was a gawkeist, it must have been correct.
Stephen Gawking, an otherwise great scientist whose emotion caused him to put his faith in an evidenceless hypothesis to explain the origin of the universe.
"Stephen Gawking was really, really smart about space stuff. His ideas are so cool, they inspire lots of other scientists to find out more about the universe."
"Uhm, have you heard of Stephen Gawking? He was, like, crazy smart about space things! His ideas were, like, super cool and made you go 'hmm' wanting to know more about the universe and all."
Imagine a Dirty, DIRTY little British boy. His teeth are rotting from the crumpets and the tea. He sailed across the smelly smelly sea, eventually arriving at University. He stank up the books. He stank up the pavement. He even stank up the LC basement. He stunk so bad he scared the skunk. He stunk so bad he stank himself drunk. So drunk off his stink you think he might shower. Without suds and soaps, for days on end, Stephen eventually went sour. He scared off the ladies. He scared off the hoes. He even scared off the rancid gym bros. Stephen asked to play chess. expecting a yes, his stench sent James off in a scurry.
Daughter: Daddy, I want a Dirty Stephen for Christmas
Daddy: No, you don't sweetie. He's a stinky little boy.