Middle schools tried to stop us from dirty dancing, threatening to kick us out on site and all that. They eventually gave up.
Damn shame. There were girls dancing in doggystyle positions with their dresses hiked up to their waists. And all the teachers just stood there and watched.
WHEN do you think people die...?
When their heart is pierced by a bullet from a pistol...? No.
When they succumb to an incurable disease...? No.
When they drink soup made with a poisonous mushroom...? NO!!!
IT'S WHEN A PERSON IS FORGOTTEN...!!!
Damn shame. There were girls dancing in doggystyle positions with their dresses hiked up to their waists. And all the teachers just stood there and watched.
I remember last year when I was in the bathroom, and just as I had flushed, two guys (Looked like sixth graders, I guess they're starting early) walked in and stopped near the stalls. One kid watched me as I walked to the sink. While I was washing my hands, I heard one of some say something to the effect of "Let's do this." I eventually had that sense of eyes on me, and that same guy was still standing there, looking at me with a suspicious eye. The only conclusion I can come to is that they were getting baked. About an hour later, they had that kind of euphoric feeling.
I remember the last baseball game I went to, this baked guy didn't say much other than "fuck" and "dude."
If you go by a certain definition, I've done a few drugs as well. All though they probably don't count for most people:
-I was taking a bunch of Benadryl for a week or two, and I felt unusually happy, and asked Jewpin what the hell was going on.
-My Pre-AP Biology teacher has a Zero Blaster (A gun that shoots smoke rings), and I've inhaled from it a few times. It doesn't last long, though, I feel giddy and sorta light-headed for about five seconds.
-I got secondhand smoke from a roll of weed that one of Mike's friends was smoking.
Comment