one time we got a new kid in fifth grade and he walks right in and sticks his hand under the stapler and staples his hand and just looks at the teacher and goes “I’m going to the nurse” and leaves
*frantically slams button*
that’s like 93,889 too many
what is wrong with you people
I WAS LOOKING FOR THIS POST THANKS.
"GET DOWN HE’S GOT A ROOTY-TOOTY-POINT-N-SHOOTY"
I see absolutely no downside to this.
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I just found the best Facebook page
I’m giving this to my history teacher
Today is the day
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I just appreciate the simplicity of Normal, Okay, and Hot Coffee.
The only thing I can think about is how long it’s going to take to get rid of all that glitter
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS???? THAT IS MOTHERFUCKING ART HERPES YOU UNDULATING SANCTIMONIOUS NIPPLE QUIVER.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT GLITTER IS MADE OF??? GLITTER IS SATAN CUM. THATS IT. IT IS SATANS SEMEN. DID YOU FUCK THE DEVIL? DID YOU? DID YOU? BECAUSE IF YOU DIDN’T ITS GONNA FEEL LIKE IT SINCE YOU’VE SLATHERED IT ALL OVER YOUR VARIOUS PARTS AND ORIFICES. YOU CAN SHOWER ALL YOU WANT BUT THE GOLD BEADS ARE GOING TO STAY WITH YOU TO THE GRAVE.
YOU’RE GONNA BE SIXTY FUCKIN YEARS OLD AND STILL PICKING SPARKLY SPECKS OUT OF YOUR COOCH. YOUR KIDS ARE GONNA POP OUT IN A SHOWER OF FUCKING CONFETTI BECAUSE YOU WERE FOOL ENOUGH TO COVER YOUR LOVE TACO IN GAY SPRINKLES. ANY MAN OR WOMAN THAT GRACES YOUR FUN BUN WITH HIS TONGUE IS GOING TO GET A GODDAMN MOUTHFUL OF FAIRY EXCREMENT AND NEVER WANT TO GO ANYWHERE NEAR THAT CAVERNOUS FRICTION TRAP AGAIN
YEAH, LAUGH RIGHT NOW. POST YOUR FUCKING HIPSTERY PICTURES AND ACT ALL ARTSY AND SHIT, BUT FROM NOW ON YOU’RE DONE WITH LIFE. ITS ALL DOWN HILL FROM HERE. WHEN YOU REACH THE DOORS OF DEATH IN YOUR OLD AGE, CRUSTY PYRITE PRICKS STILL FALLING FROM YOUR WRINKLES, THE HOODED MAN WILL CONFRONT YOU AND ASK YOU IF IT WAS WORTH IT, AND YOU WILL SAY NAY. YOU WILL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN. YOU WILL NEVER LOVE AS YOU ONCE DID, RUN AS YOU ONCE DID, BE FREE AS YOU ONCE DID, FOR THE ITCH RIDDEN PRISON THAT IS NOW YOUR BODY HAS BEEN TAINTED BY THE LUST OF GLITTERING GRANULES OF ALL THAT IS UNHOLY.
I HOPE YOU’RE FUCKING HAPPY.
Remember when I got really angry about glitter