Crazy Hades |
03-11-06 12:19 AM |
Word, dude, I do so much stupid shit...not embarrassed by it because I deliberately do it though. LFS' story is doper than mine, but occasionally stories pop up around the town that on some nights if you ride this old little green-train thing that carries people around the local hangout place the Pavilion, you can see a boy humping the air if you look hard enough. I should do that and get a picture of it from anyone if they took a picture.
I can't recount half the shit I've done...
in Spanish I we had some pinatas...which were actually balloons because our teacher is a cheap whore...and I nearly poked like fifty people's eyes out with the fucking thumbtack we were using. I got pissed off after like twenty random misses and started karate kicking the air. I have a classroom of eyewitnesses that hate me...
Spanish class is a horde of fucking jokes...I literally stand up and run straight horizontally along a vertical row of desks knocking them aside and no one cares. Everytime a person comes in to deliver a slip to the teacher, me and some other kid are all over 'em boy or girl. My spanish teacher cries a lot...
We go out to the field, more of the top of a hill overlooking a field, and we play a game where the teacher holds out a back and calls out a number in spanish, and the person with that number has to get the bag and run back behind the line of his teammates before being tagged on the shoulder. Today I fucking tackled some girl before she touched the bag and stole it for a point. Next game she got all scared and came over to our side because she didn't want to get tackled. A matter of fact, no one wanted to face me because I got the bag and I'd sit there a few feet away from the line of my opponents and just roar at them as long as I could. I'll always steal the bag and run a victory lap across the field and everyone gets pissed at me...I tackled by teacher once by accident...if she gets around to writing that referral I'll scan that shit, since she's always promising 'em. I was trying to break up two people fighting over the bag and just came in with a flying tackle that knocked my 90 pound frail small 54-year-old spanish teacher to the ground.
I am dope.
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