When You Just Want To Eat Some Chicken But Your Dad’s Gotta Torture Somebody First

Yeah, very peaceful years indeed.

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The other week, I had another badminton class and my friend was still not wearing shoes and when my teacher noticed I think he died a little on the inside.

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The other day in physical education, one of my friends wasn’t wearing his shoes during warm-up. The teacher (a sexist and arrogant asshole) called us to try to teach us something about badminton, he noticed that my friend wasn’ t wearing shoes. He asked why and my friend told him that he felt more comfortable for the warm-up and that it allows him to be more performant. My teacher asked for an exemple in sports where people do that and my dumb ass friend obviously told him, like the genius he is, that some people in Kenya train for marathon shoes-less. Long story short, they argued a little, but my teacher eventually made my friend shut up and the class went on.

Eventually, the teacher was playing games against two students and he wasn’t able to reach back enough to catch the birdie and the opposite team got the point.

And that’s were my dumb friend comes in. He screamed:

‘Maybe if you weren’t wearing shoes, you would have caught the lil birdie.’

The teacher ignored him, but now I’m pretty sure that my teacher hates my friend.

I just wanted to share this story.

How to get away with murder

Connor: I've gone mad.

Oliver: No, you haven't

Connor: No, I haven't

The one and only horribly good Helga ^-^

A prominent fellow

When I was a kid, I thought he would last.

Then, I believed he was invincible.

I would draw all of my dreams in art class.

Hoping he would find them formidable.

 Growing up, he’d stay in the picture.

See, he was the most courteous there was.

There to comfort when the lights flicker.

An entirely humble man without flaws.

Getting older, I’d understand the truth.

I’d learn there were problem in paradise.

After, I was so scared to loose my youth.

But I learnt life uppermost’s not goodbye.

 I won’t worry now, I’ll try to be bold.

Hey you! Stop worrying already.

My dear friend, do not regret getting old.

It’s a privilege denied to many.

A game of Truth or Dare with TWD characters...

Carl: Dad gets dare!

Rick: Oh, I really don't want to play...

Daryl: I got one! Whoever chooses the next song gets to do to Rick whatever the main themes of the lyrics are.

Rick: *Looking around nervously* Come on, I'm going to sit this one out I think...

Negan: *Kicks in front door, runs through living room towards CD player, elbows Carl in the face, stands on Aaron's fingers, knocks over dining table, pushes Daryl through window, jumps on couch, somersaults over Judith, grabs CD of choice, slams it in player*

CD Player: *blasts* SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!

Negan: *smiles and winks at Rick*

“The Gods will always smile on brave women.”

In a world where Hirst lets little girls grow up -

Gyda, daughter of Lagertha and Ragnar Angrboda, daughter of Helga and Floki Siggy, daughter of Thorunn and Bjorn The unborn daughter of Lagertha and Kalf Geirlaug, the not yet seen daughter of Gisla and Rollo

‘You shouldn’t do... that...’ I started as the new girl started conjuring... something green with her hands.

She fell to the ground and she hit her head on the metal toilet when she receives electric shocks. I looked at her, lying on the ground and holding her head, I took a deep breath in and got up from the bed. I knelt beside her and I took her face in my hands.

‘Are you okay?‘ I asked.

She grabbed my wrists, most likely surprised. At first, I was sure that she would push me away, but she didn’t and I could look at her small wound on her forehead.

‘That was dumb, I sure hope that you know that.’ I told her.

She didn’t answer anything, she only lifted her eyebrows, most likely repressing a sarcastic comment. I stood up when I assumed that she would be okay. Smiling at her, I flipped my hair behind my shoulder and proposed her my hand so help her get up. But she ignored it and her eyes fell on my neck, noticing for the first time the same little machine that she has around her own neck.

‘Are you a mutant too.‘ She asked.

‘Nah... I just like the fucking neck-cage.’ I answered and I winked.

She smiled at me, sending me a knowing look.

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