so the teacher calls the new boy up to front of the room
Teacher-Whats ur name little boy?
Boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
Teacher-go to the principals office!
boy-ok
*goes to principal*
principal-whats ur name so i can put this on ur perminit record?
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
principal-YOUR EXPELLED!
*boy goes home*
dad-ok son i want to see how good bạn are with spelling, now whats ur name?
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
dad-go tell ur mother your name
boy-ok
mom-hi honey
boy-dad wants me to tell u my name
mom-ok tell me
boy-bas đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
mom-ur kicked out the house
*at night*
robber-*running down the street* xin chào kid whats ur name?
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
robber-*shoots boy*
*the boy goes to heavin*
god-whats ur name little boy
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
god-UR GOING TO HELL!!!
boy-ok
*boy goes to hell*
devil-hello kid whats ur name?
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
devil-WELCOME!, my name is fucker
Teacher-Whats ur name little boy?
Boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
Teacher-go to the principals office!
boy-ok
*goes to principal*
principal-whats ur name so i can put this on ur perminit record?
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
principal-YOUR EXPELLED!
*boy goes home*
dad-ok son i want to see how good bạn are with spelling, now whats ur name?
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
dad-go tell ur mother your name
boy-ok
mom-hi honey
boy-dad wants me to tell u my name
mom-ok tell me
boy-bas đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
mom-ur kicked out the house
*at night*
robber-*running down the street* xin chào kid whats ur name?
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
robber-*shoots boy*
*the boy goes to heavin*
god-whats ur name little boy
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
god-UR GOING TO HELL!!!
boy-ok
*boy goes to hell*
devil-hello kid whats ur name?
boy-bad đít, mông, ass mother fucker kick your đít, mông, ass up and down the streets
devil-WELCOME!, my name is fucker
Genre: Friendship
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Individual
I'm just like you,
You're just like me,
That's what they think,
It's what they see.
bạn would beg me to stay,
I'd be too nice to leave you,
No matter how much,
It would be good for bạn too.
Individual
I want to be myself,
To wear thick eyeliner and black,
To be different than you, Sadie,
I want my self back!
People say we're alike,
But I don't want to share a brain,
I'm too nice to tell you,
This lie is a horrible strain.
Individual
I think different than you,
I feel different than you,
I am different than you,
I just pretend I'm the same as you.
I'm too nice to leave you,
Too sweet to destroy your glee,
The poem is my confession,
And the truth is I want to be the,
Individual.
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Individual
I'm just like you,
You're just like me,
That's what they think,
It's what they see.
bạn would beg me to stay,
I'd be too nice to leave you,
No matter how much,
It would be good for bạn too.
Individual
I want to be myself,
To wear thick eyeliner and black,
To be different than you, Sadie,
I want my self back!
People say we're alike,
But I don't want to share a brain,
I'm too nice to tell you,
This lie is a horrible strain.
Individual
I think different than you,
I feel different than you,
I am different than you,
I just pretend I'm the same as you.
I'm too nice to leave you,
Too sweet to destroy your glee,
The poem is my confession,
And the truth is I want to be the,
Individual.
