It was the first day of Kindergarten... I was crying like a little fag because my parents were leaving and some fatass came up to me and said yo stop being a little pussy so I nicely stole his 64 pack of crayons to get back at his ass and he knew what the fuck was up for 5 years he was silenced until 6th grade when we re-encountered when we were in the same class... Coincidence our first year and last year we were in the same class? I knew something was up, he came up to me lookin ugly as shit and I called him a fag since then best friends forever. And yes he's still ugly
Aha that was like last week but I guess you could say it was like school people ask how it was and you say good but I mean was it really good? No but for it being what it was yeah it was good