Those fucking dickheads in my math class. I ranted their asses to oblivion in one of my other topics, but they've returned!!
Now these fucks just don't SHUT UP. Two teenage giggly girls who really need to be blown apart by a thermonuclear device. I'd go for an armor-piercing bomb, just for the hell of it. I'm trying my fucking hardest not to flip off my math teacher and scream at my classmates, so hard in fact my pencil broke when I was simply holding it. So....these fuckers start talking about "cute boys."
"OMG!!! THIS BOY I KNOW SAYS HE LIKES YOU!!!"
"OMG!!! NO WAY!!! REALLY?!!"
"OMG!!! LIKE, REALLY!"
*in unison*: "SOMEONE PLEASE KILL US! WE WANT TO EXPLODE! PLEASE! WE BEG OF YOU!!"
Ok ok, this pushes a young man (me) to his limits, but I can endure it...again. But then something unpredictable happens: one of these giggly cross-eyed mother fuckers says she is going to a Def Leppard concert.
Def Leppard?!! One of the greatest metal bands of all time?!! SHE SHAMES IT!! THE SCUM!! BURN IN HELL BITCH!! They also mentioned AC/DC!! FUCKERS!! FUCKERS!! FUCKERS!! FUCKERS!!
So I pull out my pen and start spinning it around my fingers. My hands are sweating like I'm in hell (oh wait, I AM), and I'm focusing on this pen, this tiny black, wet, capless writing tool. Then it slips out of my hands and flies 15ft forward to the whiteboard. They suddenly stop talking and stare at me and my pen. So I calmly get up, pick up my pen, and start chanting, "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." under my breath.
Did I mention I've been sitting by one of those bitches since October?!! She never talked then though, just usually stared at me. We've changed seats twice and I always get stuck by her...I feel like I'm drowning in a pool of estrogen since I'm surrounded by at least 6 girls.
Oh God....the girl talk. I have nightmares about it. Seriously. It's starting to affect my way of thinking, I feel like I'm starting to think like a giggly fuck, I mean teenage girl. I need to purge this evil from my mind...
..and nothing does that better than the Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater soundtrack. Yep, you go Big Boss! Show The Pain he's a stupid fuck who dances like a Power Ranger!!
Now these fucks just don't SHUT UP. Two teenage giggly girls who really need to be blown apart by a thermonuclear device. I'd go for an armor-piercing bomb, just for the hell of it. I'm trying my fucking hardest not to flip off my math teacher and scream at my classmates, so hard in fact my pencil broke when I was simply holding it. So....these fuckers start talking about "cute boys."
"OMG!!! THIS BOY I KNOW SAYS HE LIKES YOU!!!"
"OMG!!! NO WAY!!! REALLY?!!"
"OMG!!! LIKE, REALLY!"
*in unison*: "SOMEONE PLEASE KILL US! WE WANT TO EXPLODE! PLEASE! WE BEG OF YOU!!"
Ok ok, this pushes a young man (me) to his limits, but I can endure it...again. But then something unpredictable happens: one of these giggly cross-eyed mother fuckers says she is going to a Def Leppard concert.
Def Leppard?!! One of the greatest metal bands of all time?!! SHE SHAMES IT!! THE SCUM!! BURN IN HELL BITCH!! They also mentioned AC/DC!! FUCKERS!! FUCKERS!! FUCKERS!! FUCKERS!!
So I pull out my pen and start spinning it around my fingers. My hands are sweating like I'm in hell (oh wait, I AM), and I'm focusing on this pen, this tiny black, wet, capless writing tool. Then it slips out of my hands and flies 15ft forward to the whiteboard. They suddenly stop talking and stare at me and my pen. So I calmly get up, pick up my pen, and start chanting, "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." under my breath.
Did I mention I've been sitting by one of those bitches since October?!! She never talked then though, just usually stared at me. We've changed seats twice and I always get stuck by her...I feel like I'm drowning in a pool of estrogen since I'm surrounded by at least 6 girls.
Oh God....the girl talk. I have nightmares about it. Seriously. It's starting to affect my way of thinking, I feel like I'm starting to think like a giggly fuck, I mean teenage girl. I need to purge this evil from my mind...
..and nothing does that better than the Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater soundtrack. Yep, you go Big Boss! Show The Pain he's a stupid fuck who dances like a Power Ranger!!