Thoughts at school.
me: I'm about to go look in the bathroom mirror again, maybe I
got uglier in the last three hours.
me: Ew, My teacher has kids? WHO WOULD MAKE BABIES WITH HER.
me: Mrs. Greenfield why would you bend over and help the kid next
to me. Your butt looks like a deformed apple.
me: What if I just pulled all of those tissues out of that girls
bra and threw them up in the air like confetti.
me: GAGA OOH LALA, WANTCHO BAD ROMANCEE.
me: That lunch lady hates me. Maybe
she spit in my food while I turned around.
me: You're a wizard, Harry.
me: I want some pie. That kid looks like he has pie.
me:YAY BELL RANG. What does she mean we can't go until she says
we can go? How about you can kiss my assignment. LOL GOOD
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