So, I was playing FIFA the other day. I was playing on XBOX live (because I am a twelve-year-old moron who thinks xbox is a good console) The guy I was playing against was really good. In fact, he was so good, he fucking scored a goal. This angered me to no end. I was absolutely FUCKING LIVID! I let out a gigantic shriek and started bashing my controller against my coffee table. My mom told me to shut the fuck up, as she was trying to smoke crack without being forced to listen to my shit. I started to cry, not only because my parents are filthy crack addicts, but because I fucked up my controller.
can't handle this shit any more. I had a MAC10 in my backpack. I was ready to do this. I put on my backpack and headed to the garage for my scooter (because I'm twelve, remember. I don't have a bike, or a skateboard, because I think scooters make me look like hot shit) and made my way to school. This would be pointless, as it was 6:66pm, so school hours were officially over, but there was some sort of after-school club where the autistic kids would go for their fucking "extra credit". I walked through the school doors and wasted the first guy I saw. But the scariest part was.....that guy......WAS ME! (I'm writing this from beyond the grave) and then Donald Trump popped out! :O