Spoon Story
Alright, for everyone who doesn't know yet, or who hasn't heard my side yet, here is the Eric Spooner Story.
It all started about two months ago. I wore one of megan's tight little t-shirts during gym, and got about the response I was expecting from that. As I was walking back into the locker room, my good friend Mr. Spooner called me a "fag". I didn't even know his name at this point, and had never talked to him before, but based on his response to my attire, I decided that he was the perfect homophobe for the moment, and I grabbed his ass. After this I would bother him on occasion for the next couple months.
He told Mr. Pryor (the administrator person at school) that I grabbed his ass and THEN he called me a fag, which is a lie. Even if I were gay, there is absolutely no way that I would touch that pimply fuck in a sexual way. He's gonna be a virgin until he's 35, and then he's gonna discover hooker's, buy the cheapest one (because that's the kind of stupid asshole he is), and then WHAMO! syphilis. End of story.
Anyway, here's what happened last friday.
Lunch had just ended and I was walking to class. Justin Braun comes up and starts punching me in the arm, which is confusing at first, but then I turn around and Spooner's standing there. He smiles and gives me the finger, so I go over and start talking to him. I walk up and say "Hey Spooner!" or something like that. Now guess what he calls me....Can ya guess? Well in case you couldn't guess, he says "Man, you're a fuckin fag." I then tell him that I'm going to grab his balls. He tells me that if I touch him, he'll break my face. So, ya know, I do what any reasonable person would do, and I give his round ones a squeeze. (side note: Eric Spooner has a small penis, but he's only a freshman, so I'm not gonna rag on him for that too much.) After this little exchange, he drops and bag and tries to tackle me. I duck the first time and he flies over me and lands somewhere behind me. I kind of just stand there, all jewish and shit, and he comes and tackles me again. This time he has me in a headlock, and he punches me in the nose and mouth about 5 or 6 times. He gets up, I bleed on stuff, and then all the people come down, and I'm told that I get a week vacation. As I write this right now, I am grateful to Eric Spooner for making it possible for me to sit at home right now, telling you all this wonderful story.
Also, my nose is not broken, so that's just a plus. You should've punched me harder, you pussy.
And....before I forget, last night I told danny my story about my homecoming adventure last fall with the girl from Walled Lake, and it made him throw up. IT WAS AWESOME.
It all started about two months ago. I wore one of megan's tight little t-shirts during gym, and got about the response I was expecting from that. As I was walking back into the locker room, my good friend Mr. Spooner called me a "fag". I didn't even know his name at this point, and had never talked to him before, but based on his response to my attire, I decided that he was the perfect homophobe for the moment, and I grabbed his ass. After this I would bother him on occasion for the next couple months.
He told Mr. Pryor (the administrator person at school) that I grabbed his ass and THEN he called me a fag, which is a lie. Even if I were gay, there is absolutely no way that I would touch that pimply fuck in a sexual way. He's gonna be a virgin until he's 35, and then he's gonna discover hooker's, buy the cheapest one (because that's the kind of stupid asshole he is), and then WHAMO! syphilis. End of story.
Anyway, here's what happened last friday.
Lunch had just ended and I was walking to class. Justin Braun comes up and starts punching me in the arm, which is confusing at first, but then I turn around and Spooner's standing there. He smiles and gives me the finger, so I go over and start talking to him. I walk up and say "Hey Spooner!" or something like that. Now guess what he calls me....Can ya guess? Well in case you couldn't guess, he says "Man, you're a fuckin fag." I then tell him that I'm going to grab his balls. He tells me that if I touch him, he'll break my face. So, ya know, I do what any reasonable person would do, and I give his round ones a squeeze. (side note: Eric Spooner has a small penis, but he's only a freshman, so I'm not gonna rag on him for that too much.) After this little exchange, he drops and bag and tries to tackle me. I duck the first time and he flies over me and lands somewhere behind me. I kind of just stand there, all jewish and shit, and he comes and tackles me again. This time he has me in a headlock, and he punches me in the nose and mouth about 5 or 6 times. He gets up, I bleed on stuff, and then all the people come down, and I'm told that I get a week vacation. As I write this right now, I am grateful to Eric Spooner for making it possible for me to sit at home right now, telling you all this wonderful story.
Also, my nose is not broken, so that's just a plus. You should've punched me harder, you pussy.
And....before I forget, last night I told danny my story about my homecoming adventure last fall with the girl from Walled Lake, and it made him throw up. IT WAS AWESOME.