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well now
i was walking the mean streets of my school today when out from no-where a giant ogre clown jumped at me. i froze and tried not to make direct eye contact, i knew i had to remember my training or else i was doomed.
the ogre belched what seemed to be some garbled sentinces in an unfamiliar tounge and made movements like he was going to attack.
at the critical moment i grabbed a playing card and let it fly... the ogre was slain, i had killed it with a square shot betwixed his eyes.
no that really didnt happen, but thats what i was thinking when some jackass teacher stopped me in the hall today. apparently the school has some anciant rule about throwing cards, yes cards, and i had to stop immidiately. i told him he likes to eat shit in his spare time, and i think he ought to brush better. he didnt like that and so he started yelling. he tried to grab me but i kicked his head and then laughed like a pirate-maddox style. after this i went and ate five punchki.
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ok what the fuck
ass clown was back today,
i think the best way to make fun of this ass pirate is to just summerize our conversation...
Mr P. (for penis face) walks up all suave trying to scare us with his mind tricks
"i guess i wouldnt have a problem with the card throwing thing if i didnt find them on the floor and in my room".
"well i think we pick them up" one of us says, "unless they go in the rooms, sometimes they go into the rooms".
"yeah i dont like picking up your cards" says Mr. P, "what is the point of this game anyways? just to hit eachother?".
"its fun, (flicks card effortlessly into the wall) to just watch them fly" says ben.
"yes you could say the point is to hit eachother, its just a game." says andrew.
"its a game? what game do you try to hit people with stuff?"
"dodgeball" says steve
"what do you win? whats the point?"
"uh, well you dont win anything, its just funny"
"well i dont think this is a good game, (getting kind of nervous and pissed off at our making so much sense) "i dont like picking cards up off the floor."
"well we could put something under the door so they wouldnt go in the rooms if you really want"
"no, i think you should go to the gym or something"
"well i think there are other sports in the gym actually."
"outside?"
"no"
"well i think you should stop" (trying to regain some sense of composure in front of the "lower" students.)
"maybe we could start a club and get sponsers, maybe you could sponser us" says andrew.
Mr P. slowly edges into the sanctuary of his room realizing he has lost all initial argument and any shred of common sense. "(grumble) ill sponser... he cuts off, (grumble)"
what a peice of shit
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