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08-17-08 6:21 AM |
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My Problem: My teacher...She's a bitchy bitch. To *#! her off and have me on my god damn stomach in cuffs, I should've kocked her right in the damn face. But I didn't... Instead, I told her son of a bitcheon behind that I attempted suicide in which I did attempt to *#! her off. She didn't give a sh-it. For all I care, I couldn't give a f-uck about the law until her ass breaks my pride. The motherf-ucking code says she has to report it...and does she have a licnese to report it...I don't know.
My Solution: Her ass will get a little taste of my skills once I pressure myself to the point where I get nothing but the honor roll or show her ass I can sit up straight with my god damn feet on the floor. Hell, I might as well pretend it is the marine corps. and don't say a god damn word to her unless it is about what in the hell is going on at school.
My Problem: The Fems...As I was talking about on another couple or few posts. Those sluts will be afraid to say a word to me after they know a bunch of bull about me being in an auto accident in July. Wrong. They'll be feeling all sorry for me and probably ask a bunch of (TeenFX RULEZ!)-ing questions like the media. My problem with them is they never shut their mouths. Their asses can sue me if I don't give them a little talking to every single day.
My Solution: Pressure...Intensity...It all has to be about what I do so what my mother(TeenFX RULEZ!)-ing concionce tells my ass is work out every (TeenFX RULEZ!)-ing day to relieve the pain of it. You know one time, I was sick in the bathroom for an hour and the girls would keep on beating on the stall door. That sh-it...not when I'm around. | |
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