on my way home from school, a group of boys, probably around 15 of age, sniggered about my hair-do.
at first i felt like alighting the bus and fucking bushwhacking them with whatever appendages i have but then i thought: "wait a minute, with high chances, they have the IQ of a slimy katak, heck, maybe they don't even know who the Foo Fighters are -- why bother?"
so i mustered myself to give them the finger but then the bus sped away.
argh.
on a final note: i need to unleash the beast within.
at first i felt like alighting the bus and fucking bushwhacking them with whatever appendages i have but then i thought: "wait a minute, with high chances, they have the IQ of a slimy katak, heck, maybe they don't even know who the Foo Fighters are -- why bother?"
so i mustered myself to give them the finger but then the bus sped away.
argh.
on a final note: i need to unleash the beast within.
but i haven't the foggiest...
1 comment:
your hair is fluffy and i enjoy touching it.
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