I don't do revenge.
Apparently, God did my revenge for me.
Don't you just love when someone who you don't particularly care for, comes to school looking like a fat, lesbian panda? I sure do.
It's funny, too, because there's not enough cans in this world for him to collect so he can support his drug habit. And how will he get this little habit?
He's weak. He thinks all these liver-killing, brain-cell-burning activities make him look cool. Mature, even.
But they don't.
Note to Self: If I ever have sons, or if I get some kind of sex-change operation (Not planning on it) I won't let them/myself shave their/my legs, or wear tank tops and swim trunks to school. This isn't Jersey Shore, and your legs look like tree trunks.
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