NimhShambler
Some Broke Machine
I've stolen a lot of food (Because there was none at home. I was starving to death. To be fair, my High School used to charge a dollar for an extra pat of butter..BUTTER!)
After my ex-fiance cheated on me, I stole a Blue Eyes White Dragon card from him. (That'll show you, you *** hole...)
When I was in Kindergarden, there were these two boys burning ants with a magnifing glass. I went over to them. I kicked one in the ribs hard enough to knock all the wind out of him, and I kicked the other in the face. I knocked out his teeth and busted his lips. Then, while they were down, I stomped on the main boy's (the rib boy) neck until his face turned red. I hate people who torture animals.
When I was in junior high, this little punk *** seventh grader kicked my friend in the nuts, so the next day, I jumped that boy and beat him to a bloody pulp.
That same year, I got two of my big fat male friends to moon a truck driver by pressing their asses against the back glass of the school bus. It was epic. I also convinced all my male friends to moon our Social Studies teacher. He was a tool.
When I was in high school, one of my friends (who looked and acted like Dale Gribble from King of the Hill) was rambling about how stupid and weak girls are, so I got him in a head lock and beat him 'till his nose broke.
When I was a sophomore in High School, a red neck grabbed my ***, so I turned around and clipped him in the jaw. Knocked him down.
I got drunk and mooned the Brady Bunch when I was fifteen.
I mooned Barak Obama. (I'm not kidding.)
I shot my bedroom window out when I was thirteen. (But in my defense, my parents let me shoot guns in the house)
When I was eight, one of my friends was being made fun of, so I beat up the kids making fun of him. I made one eat grass, and the other lick the bottom of my boot.
What's more, is I've never gotten in trouble for any of these things.
After my ex-fiance cheated on me, I stole a Blue Eyes White Dragon card from him. (That'll show you, you *** hole...)
When I was in Kindergarden, there were these two boys burning ants with a magnifing glass. I went over to them. I kicked one in the ribs hard enough to knock all the wind out of him, and I kicked the other in the face. I knocked out his teeth and busted his lips. Then, while they were down, I stomped on the main boy's (the rib boy) neck until his face turned red. I hate people who torture animals.
When I was in junior high, this little punk *** seventh grader kicked my friend in the nuts, so the next day, I jumped that boy and beat him to a bloody pulp.
That same year, I got two of my big fat male friends to moon a truck driver by pressing their asses against the back glass of the school bus. It was epic. I also convinced all my male friends to moon our Social Studies teacher. He was a tool.
When I was in high school, one of my friends (who looked and acted like Dale Gribble from King of the Hill) was rambling about how stupid and weak girls are, so I got him in a head lock and beat him 'till his nose broke.
When I was a sophomore in High School, a red neck grabbed my ***, so I turned around and clipped him in the jaw. Knocked him down.
I got drunk and mooned the Brady Bunch when I was fifteen.
I mooned Barak Obama. (I'm not kidding.)
I shot my bedroom window out when I was thirteen. (But in my defense, my parents let me shoot guns in the house)
When I was eight, one of my friends was being made fun of, so I beat up the kids making fun of him. I made one eat grass, and the other lick the bottom of my boot.
What's more, is I've never gotten in trouble for any of these things.