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It was my dad's b-day two days ago, and my sisters and I bought him a shirt, and he thought it was some cheap-ass shirt and then my sister finally told him the price and he was like "THIS SHIT WORTH 40 BUCKS?!". Hum, yeah, fun day. American Idol auditions are fuuuuuny. I swear, watching people mess up like crazy...can't get any better than that.
...Er...my hands are blue (I'm wearing my kendo armor right now..cuz I feel like it)...and the armor smeeeells...
At lunch today, I was near the french fry line and Diana walked past me and gave me a look like "Ugh, it's that bitch Tiffany". I was like "Er...ok? *cough*bitch*cough*" kind of look. I should've said "HEY THERE'S A BEE ON YOUR HEAD *SMACK*", and then go "I SAVED YOU!", just to hit her. But then she would've been like "OMFG, STFU, WTFBBQOMG DIEEEE!!!" and then she would've attacked me or something. Oh well.
I shall now tell my clown story.
Ok, when I was 9 or 10 years old, my dad hired a clown for one of Sydney's b-day parties. So I went up to it and said stuff like "I don't like you, you're creepy and stupid" and crap like that. So it was like "Why? We're cool" (something like that), and I didn't agree, so it chased me in my own backyard with one of my friends. Then, I got scared and took a stick (I pretended that the stick was a sword, I know, I'm lame, lmao) and started beating it. I think my friend took a plastic gun or another stick to beat it with. We used other stuff to beat it too. So, the she-clown finally cornered us in this place and then we rushed out, beat it some more, and ran into the safety of my house (well, I forgot if she came in or not, but we hide for awhile). Then, when she left, I think she vented to her bf (or whoever was in the car that picked her up). I think that she needed a low job like this. Loser. Anyway, I was a violent kid back then...and hated clowns...even to this day.
...Er...my hands are blue (I'm wearing my kendo armor right now..cuz I feel like it)...and the armor smeeeells...
At lunch today, I was near the french fry line and Diana walked past me and gave me a look like "Ugh, it's that bitch Tiffany". I was like "Er...ok? *cough*bitch*cough*" kind of look. I should've said "HEY THERE'S A BEE ON YOUR HEAD *SMACK*", and then go "I SAVED YOU!", just to hit her. But then she would've been like "OMFG, STFU, WTFBBQOMG DIEEEE!!!" and then she would've attacked me or something. Oh well.
I shall now tell my clown story.
Ok, when I was 9 or 10 years old, my dad hired a clown for one of Sydney's b-day parties. So I went up to it and said stuff like "I don't like you, you're creepy and stupid" and crap like that. So it was like "Why? We're cool" (something like that), and I didn't agree, so it chased me in my own backyard with one of my friends. Then, I got scared and took a stick (I pretended that the stick was a sword, I know, I'm lame, lmao) and started beating it. I think my friend took a plastic gun or another stick to beat it with. We used other stuff to beat it too. So, the she-clown finally cornered us in this place and then we rushed out, beat it some more, and ran into the safety of my house (well, I forgot if she came in or not, but we hide for awhile). Then, when she left, I think she vented to her bf (or whoever was in the car that picked her up). I think that she needed a low job like this. Loser. Anyway, I was a violent kid back then...and hated clowns...even to this day.