Timmy: Ray Rice wouldn't have these problems if he knew about the Chocolate Pinnocchio."
Alex: My bitch was running her mouth last night. One Chocolate Pinnocchio later and that ho made me a pot pie.
Timmy: Pot pie and a stank ass nose. That's how I control my bitches. I don't need no damn elevator.
A privately-run place of learning where you're taught how to cope with being made of wood, avoid honest work and formal education, and not be overly honest (this last skill also requires dat you be a really good whittler so dat you can hastily trim your nose shorter as necessary, in order to conceal da visible signs of your deceitfulness).