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From Zoose:

Stupid people..

What happened: So theres this girl at school who is a bit of a slut and she thinks her shit doesn't stink. She gets into fist fights like every week and has been charged several times for harassement. One day i walked by her and happened to catch a glimpse of her face. She was looking at me and she said "Don't look at me you fucking anerxic bitch" (I'm not anerexic, i just play a lot of sports and am tiny)

What I said: Nothing, i walked away.

What I SHOULD have said: Well I'm sorry that i don't go home every night and eat 10 kg of ice cream to sooth my pregnant cravings that i get from being knocked up every 9 months ya fucking whore.

on the stairs

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