02-08-2009, 12:17 PM
When I was in the seventh grade I beat the shit out of a kid that had been my bully for years after he spit in my hair. After that he followed me around like he was my puppy.
"Sir, You need to get out of your car, there is a train comming."
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"