Thursday, August 6, 2009

My Dog Ate My Homework Douche

Jesus Christ on a dyke, was high school always this bad? I've vaporized a few brain cells since I wandered the halls of good old Edsel Ford -- and on more than one occasion while wandering the halls of good old Edsel Ford -- but I don't remember ever running into a walking ball sack such as this.

Listen kids, contrary to what you believe you're never going to appear to be a tough guy with a fucking bakcpack -- with chest strap -- secured to your body. No one, not even the biggest nerd in school, is going to scamper away in fright at the sight of Jim Henson's version of Eminem. If you really want to scare people try dropping the bookbag and picking up an Uzi.

Works every time.

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