This kid...
Augggh!!! That fucking kid drives me up a fucking wall!!!
There's this fake baller ass brat in my class. And he's so fucking annoying you wouldn't belive.
He can't shut the fuck up for a second!
He's constantly running his mouth like he's fucking ADD.
My teacher, Ms. Rias had to tell him to shut up like 6 times.
THEN, the student teacher had to tell him and additional three.
There were people taking a test and he couldn't shut the fuck up for five minutes.
And week before last, he shot me, IN THE FACE, with water!
And as you can probably tell we aren't friends like that.
Then had the nerve to ask for a piece of gum afterwards.
And he has nothing going for him that you could look pass all his mouthyness.
If you were to go the shallow route...
He:
#1. Thinks he's sooo fly or whatever with all his fake dollar store pawn shop gold.
#2. He's UGLY
#3. He's absolutely not charming.
The boy has no Eddie Haskel qualities that could redeme him from the vile rat fodder that falls out of his mouth.
I'm not ghetto like that, but I sure feel like it...
I just want to stab him in the jugular with a pencil.
Shove a curling iron down his throat.
And give him some gum... with a cyanide tablet in the middle.
I asked Ms. Rias if she was certified to deal with special needs people.
She said yes.
I said she wasn't doing a good job.
Augggh!!! That fucking kid drives me up a fucking wall!!!
There's this fake baller ass brat in my class. And he's so fucking annoying you wouldn't belive.
He can't shut the fuck up for a second!
He's constantly running his mouth like he's fucking ADD.
My teacher, Ms. Rias had to tell him to shut up like 6 times.
THEN, the student teacher had to tell him and additional three.
There were people taking a test and he couldn't shut the fuck up for five minutes.
And week before last, he shot me, IN THE FACE, with water!
And as you can probably tell we aren't friends like that.
Then had the nerve to ask for a piece of gum afterwards.
And he has nothing going for him that you could look pass all his mouthyness.
If you were to go the shallow route...
He:
#1. Thinks he's sooo fly or whatever with all his fake dollar store pawn shop gold.
#2. He's UGLY
#3. He's absolutely not charming.
The boy has no Eddie Haskel qualities that could redeme him from the vile rat fodder that falls out of his mouth.
I'm not ghetto like that, but I sure feel like it...
I just want to stab him in the jugular with a pencil.
Shove a curling iron down his throat.
And give him some gum... with a cyanide tablet in the middle.
I asked Ms. Rias if she was certified to deal with special needs people.
She said yes.
I said she wasn't doing a good job.