Weird Kids At Your School v2 dude wtf are you masturbating in band class
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Repost from 2013, slightly edited where needed, still relevant
I had many misadventures with this one kid in my high school classes who I'd unfortunately been stuck with for all four years of school. I'll call him Greg.
Greg isn't retarded, but as freshmen we could all tell that he was just fucked in the head. He was always inclined to fidget around in his seat and lean both elbows on the desk, with this weird high-strung smile stretched from cheek to cheek. He'd dart his eyes around the room at random times and whenever he picked up on a piece of conversation literally all the way across the classroom which wasn't even remotely funny, he'd start up his strange high-pitched "haw-haw" laugh which would grow loud enough over the span of a few seconds and essentially dominate the whole room. Out of all the geeky, antisocial nerds in the room (IT Program), he may have been able to provide the best case study on the effects social alienation.
The strange thing is, he'd never actually shown sadness or anger or any real feeling besides just an extremely high-strung form of giddiness. I'm not sure if that's some mild form of autism or just being a really weird kid. We felt bad for him, but at the same time we kind of had to just pretend that he wasn't there, because once he started his shit he would never stop.
So, about halfway into Freshman year, I was sitting in my chair one day surrounded by all of the other computer-learnding kids and I happened to look over at Greg, who was busy scratching his head with both elbows positioned closely together on the table. His neck was hunched over worse than the hunchback of Notre Dame. Something made me glance over at him again, which is when I saw him eating something off of the table directly in front of him...
I then came to the terrifying realization that he was scratching the dandruff off of his head and eating the flakes of dead skin from the tabletop. I can confirm that this happened at least once more that same year.
Fast forward to Sophomore year -- he'd found this website that allows you to write music in clef notation inside your web browser, which I'm pretty sure was just some weird online midi program. This became a problem when he pumped the volume up to 100% with no headphones in and played his music out loud for everyone to hear. We knew that he understood the concept of headphones, but we also knew that he willingly did not plug them in so that he could force his strange tones upon the classroom.
I even gave him a pair of headphones one time for the sole purpose of investing in some peace and quiet, some cheap $4 CVS buds or some shit, but the next day he had "lost them or something" and went back to his musical voyeurism. He'd do the thing where he would fidget around - which had at this point evolved to squatting in the chair and shakin' it - but then he would pause to whip his ear down to the speaker on the computer and quickly return to his fidgeting, then back to the speaker... and et cetera. Sometime's he'd smile, laugh, get up with his laptop placed right against his head, and just speedwalk around the room blasting music like it was a boombox. Other times he'd just sit there and make dinging noises on his computer and cackle away.
I remember one very awkward day where I was sitting in what was essentially a study hall with Greg and a normal kid and Greg decided to full-volume the music with the teacher about 5 feet away. Third kid got pretty freaked and left. I ended up stuck listening to his obnoxious soundfont-type style ding-ding bullshit
Over the span of the next few years we learned more and more about poor old Greg. He presented an English project, an essay about an event that changed your life, which essentially confirmed what we all had suspected: serious head trauma. As a child he had been playing softball or something with his sister and she hit him on the head with the metal bat by mistake (?). He began bleeding profusely from his fucking skull and had to navigate home under extreme trauma. We were all like, [I]holy shit... this literally explains everything.[/I]
There were the times when he'd be sitting at lunch and fucking slam-dunk his chocolate chip cookies into his milk and then shove them into his mouth whole, or wrap pepperoni from the school-issued pizza around his french fries and dip the whole contraption into the tomato sauce on the pizza. The worst part is that he'd always sit with us at lunch because he had nowhere else to sit and would always try to join in on conversations at other tables, while sitting at ours. This usually ended with him screaming incoherently at random people in the cafeteria. It was odd.
In Junior year, I sat behind him in our web design class (FUN FACT, I'm certified in adobe flash because of that shitfest... never ends up on my resumes though) and he loved to slav squat in his chair and just rock it back and forth. There was one day where he thought something the teacher said was really fucking funny and he just started cackling and rocking the chair, in effect smashing all of his weight down onto my foot multiple times and catching the attention of the teacher since he was the only one laughing...
Greg's overall a pretty cool kid as you can probably tell
Oh yeah, and he still wears the same leather jacket that he wore three or more years ago
[U]
2015 Greg update: [/U]
We all learned basic Java in Sophomore year just because we had to, and Greg vocally talked about this "horse mod" he was creating for Minecraft for about a solid month. This never transpired.
He attends the same college as one of my friends and apparently just follows girls around
[QUOTE=ChronoBlade;47928889]A few months ago, an autistic asperg with ADHD during class says out loud, "hey, you know, I just realised... I'm retarded!"[/QUOTE]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYmn3Gwn3oI[/media]
[QUOTE=circuitbawx;47994860]He attends the same college as one of my friends and apparently just follows girls around[/QUOTE]
Does he ever talk to them? If so he's doing better than I am and I'm not even retarded. [sp]My dad put it pretty good. I'm not socially retarded but 100% socially backwards. There's lots of things I'm comfortable talking about that others definitely wouldn't be okay with but I can't for the life of me ask a girl out on a date[/sp]
[editline]18th June 2015[/editline]
OH, so there's this really fucking weird kid who volunteers at the community center I work at. He's 17 or something, and he used to work in the shop that I run as an intern. He was apparently always really annoying and nobody trusted him to do anything. Even I don't.
He tries to fit in with this professional environment. My coworkers and I all talk like we're in high school when nobody is around but we don't do that stupid high school horseplay shit. This kid does. He'll just walk up to you and punch you on the shoulder and be like "HA HA WHATS UP MAN" and he puts on a very wrong impression around customers. One time I was on the phone with a customer and he kept poking me in the ribs trying to get my attention. I wanted to throat punch him.
WELL, the owner of the center got pissed and told him to get out. Apparently he's been doing some questionable things. He was going around to all the pre-teen girls and asking for "pictures". Every time he's been in the shop and I'm working on a phone, he asks if the owner is a hot girl and if I've looked through their pictures (I don't do this FYI). When I say no he asks if he can look, to which I tell him to fuck off.
Apparently he's been sweet talking this girl I went to school with who runs the center, and we both agree he's a stupid cunt and is really annoying. He's just generally creepy. He started stroking and sniffing this girl's hair and just didn't say anything to her. Like, what? In what universe is that remotely acceptable when you don't even know someone? He thinks that I'm dating the girl he's been sweet talking so I'm going to keep that charade running for as long as I can. One of these days I'm just going to walk up to him and be like "WHY YOU TALKIN TO MY GIRL YO"
What the actual fuck
do people really smell hair?
In middle school people made fun of me for having a manly face [sp] and I'm a guy [/sp]
I just never understood what was wrong about it :v:
[QUOTE=Sgt. Nikolai;48001133]In middle school people made fun of me for having a manly face [sp] and I'm a guy [/sp]
I just never understood what was wrong about it :v:[/QUOTE]
"Hey guys, come laugh at this fucking handsome guy over here, I bet you kiss girls you fucking dude"
[QUOTE=Sgt. Nikolai;48001133]In middle school people made fun of me for having a manly face [sp] and I'm a guy [/sp]
I just never understood what was wrong about it :v:[/QUOTE]
It was middle school. Kids need to feel superior by teasing others for any reason.
Speaking of. I went to a middle school that was 80% Asian and was made fun of for being white.
I mean back then it hurt but now it's like fuck y'all white privilege :rock:
Once i had a guy picking his nose, and eating it.
Every motherfucking Day.
Him saying that it's "Delicious" made it even worse.
A kid once threatened to stab me with a nonexistant knife fortelling him toclean up the salad he threw at me.
We had a fish themed day in school. There was one part where we cut the fish to make it eatable. But this one kid decides to save money on food and takes fish from there to a plastic bag and carriers it around the school area whole day in the sun. And it started to smell REALLY bad and when he brought them inside teachers just yelled at him to throw those away.
In middle school I only used to shower and wash my hair once a week, I would just use the bidet to wash my sack & crack. I had a girly voice and I am still very pale. Seriously, I've only met one Brazilian girl who's as pale as me in all of my life, just one.
I used to pretend I was part of a teen mafia (The Organisation, I called it) and my best friend used to believe it!
Now, I always liked books, read them a lot, and wrote some short stories and such. So I decided to write a story about The Organisation. Fortunately nobody read it.
tl;dr I was stupid and got a guy to believe a lie because I really believed the lie was true
I remember in high school, one of the first or second year kids (13-14 year olds) was jerking it in some schooltoilet and me and some friends were confused as shit about it. Never got to know if he actually was caught or not. Was kinda funny tho.
God I just started remembering more shit
Always in middle school, I had a period of my life where I was really touchy. Instead of calling someone by name I would give them a pat on the chest with the back of my hand. This one time we went to the theatre to see the stupident teen romance movie ever, and without even noticing who I was talking to, I touch some chest, only to turn around and see I had touched some girl's breasts. Fortunately nobody else knew.
I also used to harrass two girls in class by touching them on the head & shoulders
Here is a tale of a dumb duo.
t'was the day of prom, and all seniors were allowed to skip the second half of school to get ready.
I remained at school since I wasn't planning on going. I was with my gym class outside by the parking lot practicing tennis. suddenly, these two guys are passing us in a red, 2 seater convertible sports car with suspension so low their car body was barely an inch off the ground. they were driving as if they were drunk, tires screeching and all. they started to speed recklessly by us.
At this point I shouted out at them "HEY GUYS, YOU CAN'T GO TO PROM IF YOU ARE DEAD IN A CAR WRECK." They responded by facing me and waving their middle finger while zipping by.
Alas, there is a reason why drivers are taught to look [I]toward[/I] the direction they are driving. The driver was too busy mocking me to notice he swerved into the sidewalk. the left half of the car went up a side sidewalk ramp, and the whole car went into a bush. Thanks to the low suspension of the car, the car was actually stuck.
after 15 seconds of being stuck, the 2 teens nearly free themselves but a bunch of adults caught up to them, all shouting. My gym class and I were sent inside, so I don't know what happened after.
oh boy do i have a lot of material for this thread
last year was my first year for some introductory class for digipen at a vocational school, which i am continuing later. it was called "computer science" but was really "game development", teaching programming, modelling, all that kind of stuff. it's actually a really good program, and i learned quite a bit in a very short amount of time. naturally, however, this kind of class attracted a huge amount of CIPWTTKTs and socially retarded soon-to-be NEETs, who have come to be known as... [U][B]THE FEDORA FOLK[/B][/U]
obviously, quite a few of these people wore fedoras. nearly half of the class did. however, as some of them didn't wear fedoras, we (my friends and i, whenever i came back to the main school i'd tell them about what i saw daily) had come to the conclusion that the hatless versions of these people simply had [I]fedoras on the inside[/I], so as to not ruin the name. the word "fedora" had become synonymous with "edgy" and "awkward".
for the first few days, it wasn't too bad. i showed up a little late on the first day, and i immediately noticed the sea of ugly hats. i nervously sat down next to a pretty normal-looking guy ([B]NOT NORMAL AT ALL[/B] as it turned out). i looked around at the people surrounding me, and aside from the fedoras, i was thinking "oh shit, some of these people are probably really good with programming and stuff, i'm probably going to fail terribly in this class". [I]thankfully (and later, hilariously), i could not have been more wrong.[/I] over the next few hours of terrible, awkward jokes and conversation, my fear had evaporated and was immediately replaced with an entirely new one: "oh no, i'm going to be dealing with [I]THESE[/I] people for the next year".
i kept overhearing and witnessing all sorts of surreal and cringetacular events, and i suddenly had a really good idea. from that day forward until the end of the year, i'd keep a google doc open in a tiny, inconspicuous chrome window, usually minimized, so i could quickly record the [I]events[/I] and get back to work in seconds (later on, it turned out that i was literally the only person in the class working). the google doc came to be over 5 pages long-- [I]in size 6 text[/I]. my friends and i had come to give this colorful cast of characters a bunch of codenames, and some of the more bizarre things that i had recorded instantly became injokes. i won't talk about all of them in one post, as that would get ridiculous real quick, so here's a list:
[B]SPAGHETTIMAN[/B]
[B]STONE COLD[/B]
the [B]PROFESSIONAL[/B]
the [B]FRIGHTENER[/B] and [B]SON OF FRIGHTENER[/B]
the [B]BRICK[/B]
[B]SHAGGY[/B]
the [B]CAFFEINE CALIPH[/B] and the [B]KOFFEE KHAN[/B]
[B]HEADMASTER KIRBY[/B]
the [B]DEATHWATCH[/B]
[B]PROMETHEUS[/B] and [B]THOTH[/B]
the [B]DRAGON[/B]
[B]SLICK[/B]
[B]RAPUNZEL[/B]
[B]JEEPERS CREEPERS[/B]
[B]BRASIL[/B]
[B]UNCOOL[/B]
[B]NOT DYSLEXIC[/B]
the [B]BEAST[/B]
the [B]SENTINEL[/B]
the [B]REAPER[/B]
the [B]KNIFE[/B]
the [B]RAINBOW[/B]
i'm saving the worst for last, a guy that could use multiple posts to describe: the [B]PENGUIN[/B]
[QUOTE=Bad Joe;48370513]oh boy do i have a lot of material for this thread
last year was my first year for some introductory class for digipen at a vocational school, which i am continuing later. it was called "computer science" but was really "game development", teaching programming, modelling, all that kind of stuff. it's actually a really good program, and i learned quite a bit in a very short amount of time. naturally, however, this kind of class attracted a huge amount of CIPWTTKTs and socially retarded soon-to-be NEETs, who have come to be known as... [U][B]THE FEDORA FOLK[/B][/U]
obviously, quite a few of these people wore fedoras. nearly half of the class did. however, as some of them didn't wear fedoras, we (my friends and i, whenever i came back to the main school i'd tell them about what i saw daily) had come to the conclusion that the hatless versions of these people simply had [I]fedoras on the inside[/I], so as to not ruin the name. the word "fedora" had become synonymous with "edgy" and "awkward".
for the first few days, it wasn't too bad. i showed up a little late on the first day, and i immediately noticed the sea of ugly hats. i nervously sat down next to a pretty normal-looking guy ([B]NOT NORMAL AT ALL[/B] as it turned out). i looked around at the people surrounding me, and aside from the fedoras, i was thinking "oh shit, some of these people are probably really good with programming and stuff, i'm probably going to fail terribly in this class". [I]thankfully (and later, hilariously), i could not have been more wrong.[/I] over the next few hours of terrible, awkward jokes and conversation, my fear had evaporated and was immediately replaced with an entirely new one: "oh no, i'm going to be dealing with [I]THESE[/I] people for the next year".
i kept overhearing and witnessing all sorts of surreal and cringetacular events, and i suddenly had a really good idea. from that day forward until the end of the year, i'd keep a google doc open in a tiny, inconspicuous chrome window, usually minimized, so i could quickly record the [I]events[/I] and get back to work in seconds (later on, it turned out that i was literally the only person in the class working). the google doc came to be over 5 pages long-- [I]in size 6 text[/I]. my friends and i had come to give this colorful cast of characters a bunch of codenames, and some of the more bizarre things that i had recorded instantly became injokes. i won't talk about all of them in one post, as that would get ridiculous real quick, so here's a list:
[B]SPAGHETTIMAN[/B]
[B]STONE COLD[/B]
the [B]PROFESSIONAL[/B]
the [B]FRIGHTENER[/B] and [B]SON OF FRIGHTENER[/B]
the [B]BRICK[/B]
[B]SHAGGY[/B]
the [B]CAFFEINE CALIPH[/B] and the [B]KOFFEE KHAN[/B]
[B]HEADMASTER KIRBY[/B]
the [B]DEATHWATCH[/B]
[B]PROMETHEUS[/B] and [B]THOTH[/B]
the [B]DRAGON[/B]
[B]SLICK[/B]
[B]RAPUNZEL[/B]
[B]JEEPERS CREEPERS[/B]
[B]BRASIL[/B]
[B]UNCOOL[/B]
[B]NOT DYSLEXIC[/B]
the [B]BEAST[/B]
the [B]SENTINEL[/B]
the [B]REAPER[/B]
the [B]KNIFE[/B]
the [B]RAINBOW[/B]
i'm saving the worst for last, a guy that could use multiple posts to describe: the [B]PENGUIN[/B][/QUOTE]
Please tell us your tales in whichsoever order you wish to tell them
I'm most curious about the Penguin
[QUOTE=Bad Joe;48370513]
the [B]CAFFEINE CALIPH[/B][/QUOTE]
Stealing this
It's like your class is a whole special need group that went through a program to get some education.
It's like his entire class jumped out from /b/...
[QUOTE=ejonkou;48371139]It's like his entire class jumped out from /b/...[/QUOTE]
of course i know internet culture, i'm a /b/tard!
i guess i'll start with [B]STONE COLD[/B] because he sat closest to me
Stone Cold was the guy mentioned in the previous post who i thought was pretty normal at first (read: about 3 minutes). he sat to my immediate right. for a few days at the beginning, he wore an undersized brown fedora, but he quickly gave up on that, likely drawing upon what little shred of social awareness still existed within him. i saw him actually work on something about 3 times throughout the whole year i think, and it was all terrible. instead of working, he'd be watching a twitch stream for [I]unmodded singleplayer minecraft[/I], complaining about pirates and promoting his guild on the archeage forums, shamelessly browsing and posting on some kind of furry roleplaying forum (starting his own threads too), playing weird tower defense flash games, making terrible "pixel art" swords after being inspired by the pirated copy of nidhogg on his computer, wandering around and doing absolutely nothing in various minecraft mods, and playing civ5 against easy bots with really fast movements of the mouse in an attempt to look like a pro
he'd usually be doing most of these things at the same time, having multiple windows cover the screen.
his voice was also ridiculously obnoxious. it was very nasal, with an eerily low pitch and a minimum volume of yelling, and he'd always use really cringy vocabulary (bruh, scrub, pwned, noob, get rekt m8, lawl, etc) when talking to [I]anyone[/I]
the few times he "worked" he was trying to copy what i was doing, and it was very obvious. i was able to very clearly see him turn his head and lean in to see my screen and copy down (often incorrectly) what was in my visual studio. when i switched to different files in the project, he didn't notice, and would continue copying down what he saw. i exploited this and switched back and forth between files when he wasn't looking to see if he'd notice. he didn't. i saw him write down the same line 4 times, and he was legitimately confused when his code didn't compile, asking his friend to come check and see what was wrong. [I]he didn't know why.[/I]
once he was called on during a lecture on low-level programming or something like that to see if he was paying attention (he wasn't), and he just started mumbling random words he remembered from completely different things. "uhh, uhhh, arrays, uhhhh, dereferencing, uhhh, address, uhh, uhhh, uh, pointers, uhh...". the teacher cut him off and said the answer for him: "bytes".
another time he was making yet another thread on the furry roleplay thing, and he was making some edgy character for himself, and he needed some equipment. he decided it would be a good idea to do these things on a [I]school computer[/I]: look up "weapons with low recoil" and end up on a handgun forum, then search for "[U][B]clock[/B][/U] 17". then he tried to search for "ar-15" but instead of simply typing it, he tried to drag over it to copy, unknowingly getting some of the line below it, and when he tried to paste it he kept putting in capital Vs because he was holding shift instead of control. what happens when he finally realizes this? it turns out he didn't copy correctly either and he pasted in a deviantart link leading to a terrible anthro wolf he made in paint
after the superbowl a bunch of other fedorafolk were complaining about one of the advertisements, and what did he have to say? "yeah, there were too many cinema sins in that one, i just couldn't get behind it. [I][B]holy crud[/B][/I], i didn't need to watch that!"
on internet piracy: "yeah, there's mostly no pirates anymore, they're mostly buccaneers now"
on the ice bucket challenge: "get cold, bitch!"
*[U]IRONY ALERT[/U]* on people wasting time playing minecraft: "wow, it's idiot central up in here!" *[U]IRONY ALERT[/U]*
here's the last thing i have from him: the [B]FRIGHTENER[/B] (more on him in a later post) once mentioned the possibility of a "yoda-byte" (yottabyte) hard drive in the future, and Stone Cold instantly replied "we should put all of rule 34 on there!" with great enthusiasm, to the audible disgust and discomfort of a bunch of nearby people
i'll make the next post later
Well I rest my case. Someone that mentally.....affected can't have been put in that class by normal means.
[QUOTE]on internet piracy: "yeah, there's mostly no pirates anymore, they're mostly buccaneers now"[/QUOTE]
I laughed way harder than I should have to this.
There is this guy I used to go to the same school as, he has some kind of diagnosis and when he doesn't take his medicine (or when he does, I don't know) he says and does the weirdest things. This guy has done so much weird stuff that I'm just gonna list some of it below.
First of all, he is called the captain and because of that he has names associated with that nickname for all his friends including me. Whenever he talks to me I am "mr. Scott" because I'm an engineer and he refuses to use any other name than that.
Every time we went to parties with the captain he held these dead serious toastmaster speeches were he thanked everyone for coming, even when we were at another persons party. (he still does this when drunk).
Once when I hadn't seen the captain for some time, I asked him what he was currently doing. He replied that he was studying to become an electrician and that a mutual friend of ours where working at a bakery. He then went on to tell me about his detailed plans of world domination which included him giving life to gingerbread-men with electricity.
When we were in high school, the captain fooled me into thinking that his real father wasn't actually his real father and that his real father left because he won 1 million crowns on a lottery ticket. He looked so serious while saying it that I actually believed him. I later learned from our mutual friend that his current father is in fact his biological father.
One time the captain tried to kick me (without power, he is harmless) to show of his epic ninja skills, I wasn't ready for it and being a martial artist I shuffled to his left, out of harms way. He fell over and hurt himself and since that day he became convinced that I was trained in the secret art of ninjutsu, a fact that he had no problem sharing with the entire school.
One time, I think we were in 8th grade, the two of us and some other friends were having a conversation about which combination of food was the most gross. The captain came up with something decent which I can't remember but I beat him with chocolate and mustard. He refused to acknowledge defeat and in an attempt to show everyone that his suggestion was more gross than mine he ate half a chocolate bar with Dijon mustard on it. He ended up puking over the kitchen table.
This last one is fucked, in ninth grade an asshat classmate of mine convinced the captain to make a porno which I am happy to say I to this day never have laid eyes upon. Allegedly it's a video of him fapping and doing it with a pillow. Most people would probably try to keep such a thing a secret but the captain is not most people and proudly showed it to some girls before being forced to delete it by a horrified teacher.
[QUOTE=Bad Joe;48371611]i guess i'll start with [B]STONE COLD[/B][/QUOTE]
Jesus christ, how can people like him even exist?
I once stole my bullies hat and set it on fire. I also nearly broke the knee of another. That stopped them
[QUOTE=EuSKalduna;48372714]I once stole my bullies hat and set it on fire. I also nearly broke the knee of another. That stopped them[/QUOTE]
for me I took a black girls shoe that was bullying me and I placed it on a tree to hide it, a guy ratted me out so the teacher told me to bring it back. The whole school was only one floor and the windows could be opened from the bottom (like how the fuck does that bring in fresh air) and I opened it and crawled out, grabbed the shoe and ran all the way back and climbed into the window to get the shoe back to her
I'm currently in a film and television course. During the first lecture, the topic of TV shows generally being about white men or something came up, so this girl pipes up and starts saying how everyone hates Skyler from Breaking Bad because she is a woman (which isn't true). So I'm sitting here hoping she won't end up being in my class, which she ends up being in.
In class, we are discussing our favourite films and why we like them (narratives, style, characters), so she tells us about how she loves some film because it has a strong female character who is not just a male character portrayed by a woman because she actually has emotions like jealousy or something, which is fair enough.
Next lesson, we are discussing the [I][B]narrative[/B][/I] elements of Inception. So of course she comes in with, "what I really liked was the female characters and how they were portrayed blah blah blah". I really hope this doesn't continue for the rest of the semester, I can understand liking the fact that a film has good female characters, but there are way more relevant things to discuss, especially when we aren't even talking about the characters. Like if we were discussing sound, I'm not going to start a tangent banging on about cinematography (unless its relevant within the context of the conversation).
I have a story about this one dude. I will call him D.
So I met D the summer before the first year of school. I was outside heading home with my brother (who is 3 years older than me) and then I heard him behind us telling us to wait. Introductions blahblahblah. And then he invited us to his apartment (apparently he lives in the same building as us). So when he opens his door the truth about him is revealed. There is fucking shit all over his home. D then proceeds to inform his mother that he has brought some friends over. His mother doesn't give a crap and tells him to clean his shit. At this moment my brother nopes the fuck out. I was always very tolerant so I got over it.
The other strange thing happened a few years later when we (a friend and my brother) were at his apartment. Basically we were checking out his shitty computer with ads on his desktop while he was watching TV. So when we decided we had enough of his computer we turned around only to find out that D was masturbating furiously and he didn't give a crap that we were watching. He only stopped when we told him.
Similar thing happened when I was playing with his PS2 and he started to masturbate under his blanket. He even offered me another blanket so I could join his masturbation club :what:. D told me this "man you have to try it, it feels so good". Jesus. The worst part was that he was like 7-9 years old.
So D would always smell like shit because he couldn't take a crap like a normal person and would masturbate whenever he could. He was in my school for the first four years and then he was gone. But that wasn't the end.
He came back in the 6th grade to visit me. Now this was a fucking surprise because I thought D was gone for sure. So here he was in our apartment. He had this fucking beyblade toy (that's when I first learned the existence of this shit) and wouldn't shut up how good the show was. Man I thought he would become a better person while he was away in a foreign country but no. Anyway later he had to take a shit so he went to the bathroom. He came out and shortly after he left. So then I went to the bathroom to take a piss and holy fuck there was a fucking shit on the fucking cover. The fucker shat on the cover. After all the years he still couldn't take a shit like a human being.
After that I never saw him again. It would be hilarious and sad if he still is doing stuff like this. Also D pissed off my brother once and he threw him in a fucking dumpster :v:.
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