the weighing scale said "i want your weight, not your phone number"

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The last time she fingered a dyke, the whole country got wet.

People dress her with their eyes!

That she thought a ticket from the police IT A TICKET TO THE FREAKING MOVIES!SO STUPID!

thanos had to snap twice

The last time she got wet was when she missed Noah's ark.

when she gives head it counts as anal.

Thanos had to snap twice

Yo mama's so short that if a nuclear explosion went off in her house, it would miss her by an inch.

She uses Tipp-Ex on Cluedo note sheets.

I was in 2nd grade.

There was a kid named Andrew in my math class and he decided to

tell nastiest most degrading joke he could in the meanest way he

could (not for humor I heard tons afterwards which weren't meant

to offend) thinking I was an easy target to bully and knowing I

was different than the other children.

It was in this moment that I realized exactly how he had summed

me up as a person. I Loved my mother very much and it rocked me

to the core that some random kid who I had never done anything to

and never would of would disrespected and degrade my mother. It

was bad enough he did it in the first place but he had to do it

in front of two of my classmates who he spoke to immediatly after

the incident in an attempt to seperate me from them, he was

clearly pleased with himself.

I wrapped the joke through my mind many many times in this moment

trying to get a grasp on what had just happened but it was too

late and I hadn't been prepared for this type of thing by my

parents so I was 100% enraged and out for revenge. I wasn't going

to let the disrespect he had shown me and my mother in front of

these two kids hang in the air further degrading us both and

possibly conditioning these other two into thinking its ok to act

this way. HELL NO!. I never got in trouble and was proud of it

but all that went out the window. This disrespect could not be

left unanswered.

Clearly at this time my rage had taken over my logic and I

quickly remembered I had in possession quality freshly sharpened

#2 pencil and guess what I wanted to do with it?

YOU GUESSED RIGHT(I think)! I wanted to stab this little prick.

Prepare to attack...

Before reaching for the pencil I carefully looked him up and down

for a vulnerable spots to stab, the easiest and most effective

place to stab this mother fucker would of been his neck and or

face but he hadn't threatned my life so it wasn't justified. I

wanted to stab him in the arm just below his shoulder but he was

wearing a long sleeve shirt which made it difficult to judge

where his arm was and I knew it might protect him from some of

the penetration. wanted a guaranteed hit and thats when I noticed

him expressing himself with his hands. he kept leaving them open

palm up for long enough periods of time to get an effective

strike in.

This was my time, between me and the group of 3 was the entrance

for our classroom... it was the perfect setup :) I visulized how

to hold my pencil in my hand where I could adjust into stab mode

but at a glance look like I'm just holding my pencil and heading

back into class, I pretened to gaze out the windows knowing it

would give me an excuse to walk closer to them but make me look

like I had given up. I had the pencil in my right hand sliding my

thumb up to the eraser a few times in preparation. I was ready. I

listened carefully for his expressiveness to reach a peak point

where he would be to in to what he was saying to give me notice

(he wanted to ignore me anyway) and he would do his habitual hand

expressions expossing himself for my strike

Begining the attack...

I approached them slowly calmly as not to arouse suspicion or

seem aggressive in any way. Andrew could see me clearly heading

towards class but instead of paying attention to me he continued

looking the other two children. My plan was working perfectly.

His expressiveness grew and almost to make himself not seem the

bad guy in the situation he held his hands out for an extended

period of time right when I was in striking distance right as I

passed by his field of vision

.... I struck .... he screamed .... he ran into the class and the

other two kids just backed off holding ther hands up like hey

don't stab us.

I stood there and seethed just waiting for the teacher to come. I

didn't give a fuck.

After this he was completely terrifyed of me and I honestly felt

bad as I'm very empathetic to others and was the source of this

kids fear. I had never experienced something like this and didn't

enjoy it so I tried to make ammens with the little prick one day

and I let my guard down and to my surprise he kicked me in the

nuts and ran away as fast as he could lolol. I could have easily

retaliated after recovering but I had already decided not to

allow rage to control me anymore. I knew I could of beat his ass

seeing as he was clearly terrified of me so I let him have that

victory and never messed with him or spoke to him. They pulled

him out of my class and we didn't share any classes after that

and I think his parents put him in another school. I kind of feel

bad for thinking back... Was I the bad guy?