In sixth grade I farted really loudly in front of about half the class and the teacher.
I could tell that they were still thinking about that incident long after they stopped laughing.
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In sixth grade I farted really loudly in front of about half the class and the teacher.
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This white gyrl at my high school got all chopped up by some crazy killer. Cindy and I didn't care though 'cause she was as fake as Lee press on nails!
I didn't even go to her funeral because the bitch at the salon couldn't get my hair did in time. Those was hard times!
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Nonentitled wrote: Probably because they were still smelling it. |
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Oh, I just remembered!
There was this one girl who was a year or two behind my class in high school. She was a big-haired boy obsessed waste of space. After she got shot and killed by some loser, she was suddenly the community's patron saint. If *I* had gotten shot in high school, more people would have realized how perfect I was. |
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Nonentitled wrote: Aside from the flatulence, of course. |
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Aside from the flatulence, of courseOf course. |
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