Weird Kids At Your School v2 dude wtf are you masturbating in band class
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[QUOTE=Glitchman;47081349][b]Rock Club[/b]
I may or may not have told this story but here goes. It's less of a weird kid story, but more of a group of kids who did something really odd. (edited for easier reading)
-The Beginning-
So this was probably in 2nd or 3rd grade, maybe 4th, I don't fucking know. However, one day I decided at recess that playing on the equipment was fucking boring. So what did I do? I decided o slowly dig out a big rock that was mostly underground. I sat there, at recess, just digging fucking dirt from around the rock. About 3 recesses later, I got to the point where I could see the bottom of the rock.
-The Club Starts-
A bunch of the bigger kids, who where the "bullies" of my class, thought it was pretty dope so they decided to help me pull the rock out of the hole. We did this with sticks that we found around, using them as levers. Once the rock was out, everyone lost their shit. For some reason a large amount of kids thought this shit was amazing. Soon, more people decided to help me dig up rocks. There were a lot on the school grounds. We would hide the best digging and lever sticks where we could find them next recess. But it didn't stop there. We decided we were called "Rock Club" and now, bullies, nerds, and normal kids all formed a team of about 10-12. Rock Club was fucking awesome.
-The Rivalry-
However, all things do not end well. Another "Rock Club" formed by another group of kids. We all had separate tools. Really good digging sticks that would get stolen by the other club, they were steal our trophy rocks, they would get into fights with our scouts. They would finish digging out rocks we started, prompting us to find even better digging sticks to get the rocks out in one recess. (Sometimes we had different recess times, so we couldn't be out there to protect our trophy rocks and sticks) Soon, the bullies on our side would beat up the weaker kids on their side.
-The Escalation-
Shit got real. REALLY real. Multiple fights over sticks and rocks. Groups of us who would pelt the other rock club with pebbles as they were trying to dig, warding them away. We then had "defense sticks" that were actually sharpened to threaten the other kids. People did get hit by these and stabbed, but no one really got hurt that badly. Homemade slings were the last step. This is like some tribal shit going on.
-The Consequences-
Soon a bunch of us got in-school suspensions, and there was no recess for a week while they went through and dug up all the rocks with bulldozers and filled the holes. I still have a geode that I found during the events.[/QUOTE]
Holy shit. You just explained the nature of human civilization without realizing it.
when i was in elementary school i used to wear a huge winter jacket no matter what the temperature was and sleep in the grass during recess.
An old friend in secondary would dump all his food on another friend when he got mad at him...
oh ya we also had a competition to see who could eat the weirdest shit until some kid ate poison ivy and was hospitalized, trying to one-up the kid who ate a wasp.
One time someone called in a fake school shooting in high school, so we went into rich white neighborhood lock down. For those of you that have not experienced this, essentially the entirety of Southern Michigans police force converged on our school. There were swat teams everywhere, dudes wearing plate carriers and walking around with full autos and all kinds of crazy shit. I was playing halo with other students during the lock down. It was a pretty cool day. Anyways, when they finally realize it's safe and give the all clear they just cancel the day and send us home. After walking through the hallways literally lined with swat teams I'm sitting on the bus waiting for it load up when I see him. The lion. I have no idea what his name was, all I know is that we all called him the lion. He was a few years under me, average build, but he had a fucking golden mane and practically a full beard as a freshman. I'm just sitting there and I see him just SPRINT out of the building as fast as he could. I was expecting someone to shoot him. He runs several hundred feet all the way across the parking lot at a full sprint and then disappeared behind a dumpsyer. Came out a second later with a plastic bag, couldn't see what was in it. He then sprinted across the street and disappeared from sight. Never found out what that was about.
Uh, a kid I went to High School with, he was a bit odd, had a rolling backpack because you need one to be the best weird kid you can be I guess, so he became known to my little circle of friends who were only a tiny bit less strange as "rolley backpack kid", had a really big hard on for airplanes, the odd kids always seem to like those sort of out there transportation hobbies, trains, boats, planes, etc.
here's his instagram: [url]http://instagram.com/amazingcameraperson/[/url]
He makes some interesting videos.
There was this thing where the redneck kids at my school would shout "Whiteoak" to each other (it's this sorta trashy area where I apparently it's a southern feeling area but idk)so rolley backpack kid thought they were shouting at him and used to throw a fit after someone would say it, eventually people started to say it to get a reaction and it sort of dawned on me it was sorta mean doing it on purpose. Then, I heard about his youtube channel in my autoshop class and looked it up, he had really strange videos on it of his lego creations and the movies he would make with them and etc. I showed them to my friends because they were fucking hilarious, and one of them posted "whiteoak" in the comments of all of his videos. Sorta over the top but it gop a chuckle out of me. He closed his account, last I checked. Definitely an interesting guy. Hope he's doing alright now, he was sort of becoming popular for being weird as hell when I was on my way out of highschool, so good for him, I guess, he wasn't mean spirited, just a bit odd. I never really did anything mean to him myself because I didn't think he bad, but I suppose laughing at stuff others did to him is sort of fucked. I honestly have like, a million weird kid stories, there were so many in my gradeschool experience.
I forgot to think about weirdos from college. I've seen a lot more of weirdos in college than in high school, though I might just think that because I was oblivious to everything imaginable back then (no joke, I cuddled with girls and thought it was something people could do casually).
I'm going to tell you a few experiences that were so stereotypical that even I couldn't believe them at first. To set this up, I have to say that I like meeting people and so I often find myself making friends I don't want.
[b]Euphoria[/b]
This kid sat at the back of my English 102 class so he could keep his laptop plugged in. It was rarely used for anything other than reading manga. When the teacher was talking, he'd mutter retorts at her loud enough that people near him could hear, but not loud enough for her to hear. We did peer revision for every essay, but he never brought printed drafts to class, and nobody wanted his opinions on their paper. If he had his draft typed on his computer, it wasn't more than a few incomplete thoughts. I once made the mistake of asking him what he planned to write about so we could help him work on it, and he spouted that miserable crap about a new world order and basically how if every country was atheist, we'd be a single united nation and all our problems would be gone. This was all emphasized by his looks: A scrawny guy wearing a black pinstripe fedora, rectangular glasses, one of those black button-ups with an elaborately designed cross on the back, and blue jeans.
[b]Euphoria 2: Parasitic Boogaloo[/b]
Same class. Same table. This kid was the only person separating me from Euphoria 1. While I never learned Euphoria 1's name, Euphoria 2 stuck on me enough to know that his name was Zach (He spelled it Zakk). He didn't have a neckbeard, but he was overweight and had long hair with a part in the middle shoved far enough in each direction to see his entire forehead. I would soon find out he really liked memes and openly spouting internet humor around other people. As I stated before, I like meeting new people, so when I talked to him for a couple minutes on the first day, he asked if I wanted to hang out between classes. I said sure, and we played a card game he had called Boss Monster (Actually pretty fun). He seemed alright, so we went to a pizza place after class one other day. He told me he used to wear goggles and a hat with pins on it. I laughed and made some comment about how we all used to be geeky, and he said, "Oh, I'd still wear it, I just don't know where it is." I made several good friends in that class, and we'd go out after every class to new places. However, since I had mistakenly let Zach think we were best buds, he came along on all of them. He would try to get a date with one of the girls when he could without others hearing, saying stuff like, "We could meet up and work on our essays together," that kind of smooth talking. I felt bad for disliking him so much until one day when he wasn't around and everyone in the group agreed they liked it more without him there.
[b]Boyhood. It Took 12 Years to Make.[/b]
This is a quick one, but the reason for this title is it felt like a scene straight out of an Oscar bait coming-of-age movie. This kid's name was Taylor, and he was in my film genres class. Again, because I like meeting new people, I talked to him once or twice and he suggested me some animes that I never bothered looking up because despite my interest, I'm a lazy sack of crap. One night, he and I were staying after class to talk with the professor about directors and films and whatever else just for fun. It was a night class, so when we finished talking, Taylor asked me for a ride because he'd missed his bus. I said sure, and he asked me if I'd want to hang out. When we got to his house, he said we'd have to be quiet because his younger siblings would be sleeping. I stepped in, and immediately his father speaks up. I have to paint you a picture, because this is where it really blew my mind. His front door opened up into a cluttered living room that had been turned into his father's study. There was a couch with newspaper stacked on it, and beyond that, a desk where his father sat with a laptop and stacks of books, glasses sitting low on his nose, an entire wall behind him covered by a massive and full bookshelf. The man spoke to his son with hardly a glance upward to see who the stranger was in his home, saying,
"Taylor, you know it's a school night."
"Yeah, I know, dad."
"So that means your brother and sister have school tomorrow..."
"I KNOW. We're just gonna be downstairs playing games. We'll be quiet."
Taylor walked downstairs and I introduced myself to his father before following him. "Hi, I'm Nick." His father looked at me, hardly bothering to tilt his head up, and said, "Hi, Nick." with a split-second smile for consideration, and went back to what he was doing. He had absolutely 0% interest in my existence. After that, Taylor played one-player games while I watched and then showed me r/5050 on his iPad. I did my best to not speak to him again.
[QUOTE=Fish Muffin;47082009]One time someone called in a fake school shooting in high school, so we went into rich white neighborhood lock down. For those of you that have not experienced this, essentially the entirety of Southern Michigans police force converged on our school. There were swat teams everywhere, dudes wearing plate carriers and walking around with full autos and all kinds of crazy shit. I was playing halo with other students during the lock down. It was a pretty cool day. Anyways, when they finally realize it's safe and give the all clear they just cancel the day and send us home. After walking through the hallways literally lined with swat teams I'm sitting on the bus waiting for it load up when I see him. The lion. I have no idea what his name was, all I know is that we all called him the lion. He was a few years under me, average build, but he had a fucking golden mane and practically a full beard as a freshman. I'm just sitting there and I see him just SPRINT out of the building as fast as he could. I was expecting someone to shoot him. He runs several hundred feet all the way across the parking lot at a full sprint and then disappeared behind a dumpsyer. Came out a second later with a plastic bag, couldn't see what was in it. He then sprinted across the street and disappeared from sight. Never found out what that was about.[/QUOTE]
A mysterious 'freshman' with full beard and long hair retrieves a suspicious plastic bag while the school has gone under SWAT terrorist lockdown and makes off with it?
That sounds like one of Walt and Jessie's plans almost gone wrong!
some kid in my school (didn't see this) broke the nurses' cousin's kid's arm because the kid threw a ball and it almost hit the other guy
[QUOTE=NixNax123;47081911]what the fuck[/QUOTE]
Yeah the teacher was a pushover. Eventually he just snapped and apparently (wasn't there) threw a huge fit in a teacher meeting insisting that she be expelled. I think the school toughed it out though.
There's only one weird kid in my class (let's call him Dave, because that's his name), and it's mostly because he has asperger's or something similar. Dave wears a ushanka every day, even in the middle of summer, and has a collection of lightsabers that he takes around with him. Other than pulling them out in the middle of class to stab people, he plays DnD with a group of people and so has a bunch of dice on him at all times. He talks a lot about the game, and although I can't remember what his character is, I'm pretty sure it's an asexual something or other.
Dave has a tendency to just try and piss people off and grab attention. He'll complain in class for no good reason, and he's that kind of cunt who always tries to be a smart-ass (e.g a question regarding motion under gravity that doesn't explicitly say that it takes place on earth and he'll go calculate it as if it was on mars) and comes out with random facts that he's obviously picked up from watching too many episodes of QI.
there's also the guy who has a K-ON sticker on his calculator, listens exclusively to anime openings and seems completely oblivious to everyone mocking him, but he's fairly normal compared to ol' Dave
My school was a fuckin' loony bin, and i'm kind of sad that I only know the weirder kids by nicknames.
In the old thread, I posted a story about someone we called Strobe, so i'll shorten it here. So basically, there's this kid who absolutely loves neon colors and all things obnoxiously bright. A friend of mine had an art class with Strobe,and my friend was constantly complaining to me about how Strobe would constantly ask if he got the proportions right on his "artwork" (it was furry porn most of the time). One day, Strobe comes to school in what he called a "rave suit". My spanish teacher asked him what the hell it was, so he gave us a "demonstration" (flailing the tubes on the thing around while they were glowing neon green). I think he went on to start the furry club at the school, but I think it might have been shut down before it started. To be honest, I had a few classes with Strobe after that and he was a pretty chill dude, just a little weird.
Next person is the Wicca chick. She was most definitely on the Autism spectrum, but she was kind of an asshole. I don't mean that she was just direct or something, she flat out used Autism as an excuse every single time something didn't go her way. She also put "curses" on people since she was "wiccan". She had a crush on a friend of mine (same dude who had to deal with strobe all the time) for a while. She asked him out and he politely declined, so she lost her shit and started trying to draw a pentagram on the table with a packet of ketchup and "curse" my friend.
There was Tin Foil guy, who was your average conspiracy theorist. All the way from chemtrails to the reptilian alien overlords, he knew every facet of conspiracies and believed all of them. He always had tin foil in his backpack.
The bathrooms were always super weird too. There wasn't just your average profanity written on the walls, but there was always some shitty poetry too. Someone had scratched the phrase "N-WORD" on one of the stall doors.
Oh man, I have plenty of people, but one person that sticks out is this guy Jamie. To start off, EVERYONE knew him. He's super charismatic, people either loved or hated him, he wasn't really the general weird kid you would think of. He was kinda short and with a couple extra pounds on him, he was always smiling and talked to everyone he could, he was super nice, actually. He seemed pretty "normal" but just like one of those dudes who wanted attention and was always loud and hit on everyone possible. I made the mistake of befriending him, he would talk to my best friend and I everyday during gym class (he was a senior, us being sophomores, he was held back in gym but he never actually explained how). He eventually got on my nerves, but I decided to keep him around for entertainment because he always pulled dumb shit and got into a lot of trouble. One day he decided to show me what secrets were held within his phone. He opened up the photos app and showed me his prized possession: a collection of my little pony porn. I was bombarded with ponies fucking each other with humongous dicks and horrifying detail put into the "artwork." Needless to say, he was pretty weird, he did a lot of strange shit all of the time.
But it gets weirder. One day, Jamie brought a two liter of Mountain Dew to school, he drank it all by lunch, so by then he was just carrying around an empty two liter bottle. What does he do with it? He leaves, heads to the bathroom with it and comes back to the lunch table with it almost half full of yellow liquid. By the look on his face, everyone knew what it was instantly (I luckily wasn't there for this but I got the full story from several friends of mine in great detail and as soon as it happened). The kid fucking pissed into the bottle and brought it back to the table. Not just that, but HE DRANK IT. Through the reactions of everyone around, the administration immediately knew what was going on and he was taken to the office. I've seen him twice since then and it's been two years, once he popped into hot topic when I had worked there for a summer, and then again when I went to McDonalds one time.
Not really a weird kid but there was a kid everyone would call crap, EVERYONE. He didn't care either it was just his nickname. I really doubt he kept it though.
This was from the school I went to 2 years ago. He wasn't really a weird dude, but what he did was uh...very strange. He came in a girls Coconut Sobe from the school vending machine, which she then drank unknowingly until after and she liked it apparently..anyway now that kid is a sex offender cause the broad told her mom or something. Other then that there isn't much else apart from a special kid jerking off during class. I think it was science.
There's this kid who's the embodiment of "fucking weird and annoying."
He looks like a fat, more pale McLovin, he can't figure out when he's not wanted, and he thinks he can just walk into any of your conversations.
I was talking with all my friends and he walks up like "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT" and it's like the only way to make him leave is to completely ignore his existence for if you acknowledge that he's there he wont shut the fuck up.
Not to mention all of his friends are [I]just like him.[/I]
probably me, i say stupid shit and only realize that what i said was stupid when it's all too late
There's this kid named Jamie in my gym class who absolutely looks repulsive, he is super hairy and he always manages to wear shirts that are way too short for him. (whenever I see him he's always pulling his shirt down because he nasty ass-crack is hanging out to everyone around)
Anyways though, that's not the weird part. What he does is every week, he always finds some new way to make himself look mental. The first week I encountered him, he was always humming loudly, he only ever would stop when talking. Last week he was making these train motions with his arms everywhere he went.
Just yesterday it was his birthday or something, and he wore this super low cut Attack on Titan vest, revealing all of the nasty hairiness of his belly. He had balloons he was walking around with, which is fine enough, but when they were taken away from him for being disruptive, he was endlessly bitching for the entire rest of the class, no one was even talking to him, he was just yelling about how unfair it was. At one point he event compared his balloons being taken away from him to rape for whatever reason.
[QUOTE=Fish Muffin;47082009]One time someone called in a fake school shooting in high school, so we went into rich white neighborhood lock down. For those of you that have not experienced this, essentially the entirety of Southern Michigans police force converged on our school. There were swat teams everywhere, dudes wearing plate carriers and walking around with full autos and all kinds of crazy shit. I was playing halo with other students during the lock down. It was a pretty cool day. Anyways, when they finally realize it's safe and give the all clear they just cancel the day and send us home. After walking through the hallways literally lined with swat teams I'm sitting on the bus waiting for it load up when I see him. The lion. I have no idea what his name was, all I know is that we all called him the lion. He was a few years under me, average build, but he had a fucking golden mane and practically a full beard as a freshman. I'm just sitting there and I see him just SPRINT out of the building as fast as he could. I was expecting someone to shoot him. He runs several hundred feet all the way across the parking lot at a full sprint and then disappeared behind a dumpsyer. Came out a second later with a plastic bag, couldn't see what was in it. He then sprinted across the street and disappeared from sight. Never found out what that was about.[/QUOTE]
i found two pictures of him
[img]http://i.gyazo.com/27871b1fcaca6086b1a2c662bea2a1ce.png[/img]
[img]http://i.gyazo.com/a91e4b117715ee7fccbf1720d2de849f.png[/img]
[editline]5th February 2015[/editline]
[QUOTE=Texas_Ranger;47082556]
The bathrooms were always super weird too. There wasn't just your average profanity written on the walls, but there was always some shitty poetry too. Someone had scratched the phrase "N-WORD" on one of the stall doors.[/QUOTE]
i used to go around with print outs of this
[t]http://i.gyazo.com/fe6b9c6798c9c21f8b239a3c3fa53df4.png[/t]
and tape them above the urinals at head height
On my first day of high school everyone had to go up infront of the class and introduce yourself with your name, age, where you're from, shit like that.
I distinctly remember this super hot girl that sat near me, and this one really fat kid who was no more than 5 feet tall and had weird circular glasses, after he had introduced himself said 'And x you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen'
It felt weird to be part of such a mass cringe.
There is this kid at my high school who's nickname is "Slick". He only got that name because on the first few days of high school, his hair was unnaturally slicked back. He eventually changed it to a Justin Bieber-like haircut. He also asked people over his age out to homecoming n' shit. Needless to say, they all said no. Anyways, from my encounters with him, he only has one thing on his mind. Sex. He goes into deep detail about how he had sex with somebody(Which is probably unlikely anyway). He also once talked about how he likes to stick his fingers up his ass and masturbate that way, and also decides to draw people sucking dicks whenever he feels like it.
I had this roommate in college, Fred, nicknamed the Unsinkable, was 2/3rds weird 1/3rd crazy. Literally would fuck things up for stupid reasons. He purposely flooded our suite just so he could slide across the floor, and make a "beer raft" which was just a little inflatable frisbee thing with a few beers on it. It destroyed anyone's electronics that were on the ground in the suite. He also chiseled out PART OF OUR WALL so he could put an ethernet cable through to play gears of war with the guys in the room over. He also talked in his sleep, but not normal mumbling, it would be like "HEY YOU, YEAH. GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME WITH THIS. THANKS MAN"
On St.Pattys day he puked INTO my Wii and broke the fucking thing. Never could read discs again
[editline]6th February 2015[/editline]
fuck you Fred
[editline]6th February 2015[/editline]
the Unsinkable
There's this guy in my freshman-level visual arts lecture class at my college, probably around my age (19-20), we'll call him Jim.
His daily outfit consists of the weird horn-rimmed magnification glasses someone mentioned previously in the thread, a bulky off-white turtleneck, black sweatpants and black New Balance shoes. Also, really greasy hair. He'll come into the class really fucking early and sit down, and I guess he'll just pace around the room until the professor comes in and then he'll rush directly back into his seat as if nothing had happened. He actually has a rolling briefcase he carries around, with a psychology book (go figure) and a box of tissues inside of it.
I'd heard my friends mention something about a weird kid before... my roommate had Jim in his Calculus class last semester. Apparently, Jim saw a bee like halfway across the room (a large room) one day and had a massive fucking freakout, like, he started shrieking and throwing his desk around and shit. The professor was apparently just stunned and waited until he was done having a freakout, then continued teaching. It wasn't until later on that I mentioned Jim to my roommate that he was like, "dude that's the guy who freaked out about the bee."
He's one of those weird kids who try to act superior and all uppity about small shit. On the first day of art class, the professor (who's a bit of a weirdo in his own right) was going around telling people to introduce themselves. When it was Jim's turn, he went full-on spaghetti and just yelled "HELLO, MY NAME IS JIM, I TAKE IT THAT YOU'RE HARD OF HEARING?"
The professor was like, "uh, what?"
"YOU'RE HARD... OF... HEARING."
He has his moments... he has lots of his own little moments.
We were looking at some weird abstract painting of a cow just last Friday, and you could obviously tell it was a bull, with the horns and shit all up in there... the professor is just like, "So Jim, do you see a cow in there?"
"Well, no, I don't see a cow, Mr. Marsh..."
"Well, it's got four legs, see, Jim?"
"I CAN SEE SOME KIND OF BOVINE BUT NOT A COW, MR. MARSH"
Literally the whole class just groaned
Here's a picture
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/aff7lAn.png[/IMG]
A severely autistic kid rammed me into the ground in the football field at my elementary school in 5th grade.
Iunno if he was that weird personality wise, at school and at work I tend to keep things pretty kosher as far as personal involvement with people goes. But there was this one dude I had an advanced conditioning class with, which was the most rigorous gym class my high school offered. This guy however was a big chubby dude who clearly didn't know what he signed up for. All of the workouts in the class were pretty typical stuff, dot drill (basically jumping on different circles on a mat on the floor in a pattern) and stretches for warm ups, then lifts and sprints and such.
Now I won't judge anyone for striving for self improvement, but this dude took a couple extra minutes for literally everything we did and absolutely refused to bring actual gym clothes besides shorts, so he'd do the schools most intense workouts and not even change his sweat drenched shirt (I always brought two gym shirts for fucks sake, even washed my hair after every class). As a result he would always reek of sweat. But as my luck would have it my coach had me partner with him because everyone else in the class was kind of a dick, so I didn't argue against it, having been bullied before. It was fine for the most part, he didn't talk much, but the worst part was spotting the guy on the bench. Basically with our set up we had to stand on these slightly elevated platforms and follow the bar with our hands standing directly above them. This would prove to be my bane. Little did I know at the start of the year, that not only did his body smell bad but his breath followed suit, but even worse. Every other day for an entire school year I was stuck holding my breath above this dude while I spotted him on bench. The smell could only be described as death-like.
tl;dr This chubby kid signed up for a gym class way out of his league and always smelled like shit.
Also I'm sure we can all agree there was that weird kid who never cut his nails
[editline]6th February 2015[/editline]
and would defend it with like "It's useful I can pick apart things or scratch bullies" motherfucker thought he had like xmen powers or some shit
My class was pretty weird in elementary/middle school as a whole (town was small so it went k-8). I was one of the weird kids as well.
One of the more memorable things was one of my friend's little brother. This kid was like the mob boss of little kids, his entire class would do anything he told them to and he always looked pissed.
Anyways, one day during recess me and some other people are chilling under a tree when all of the sudden him and 20 other kids walk up to us and he yells "GET THEM!". All of these kids start charging towards us and we bolt for it.
My first friend got lucky and managed to avoid them by using the slide to his advantage.
The other friend, who was the older brother of the mob boss tried to tell his brother to stop chasing us but instead of that working out he got swarmed by the kids.
I ran away from these kids for like 15 minutes until they finally got to me and the same happened to me. Now, it may seem laughable but when you got 20 kids attacking you it is nearly impossible to fight back, especially with the teachers around. After getting swarmed they completely went ham on me punching and kicking me. After a teacher finally intervened the mob boss gave me the dirtiest look I have ever seen and ran off. None of them got in trouble and one even stole my pen.
This is only the tip of the iceberg of shit that happened at this school, it was weird as fuck.
I knew a kid in grade school who would always pull his pants down to his ankles before using the urinals.
I also knew of a kid who took a dick pic of his friend and got arrested for producing and possessing child pornography.
During my heroin junky days, I knew this highschooler who apparently had a fetish for rectally inserting children's toys. He was a weird kid.
I was the weird kid, but I did it to keep people entertained. Which worked.
[QUOTE=Theuaredead;47086452]I was the weird kid, but I did it to keep people entertained. Which worked.[/QUOTE]
Hopefully you stopped by high school right?
No one likes a weird kid in high school
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