Ha TC, that's pretty harsh.
Ahh, it's not like I know you guys anyway.
I was 6, and just starting my1st-2nd week in school. IHad KFC the night before and could feel a nuke commencing to launch. We were doing finger painting or something when I was ready to blow. I fart andeveryone looks at me.I put my super serious poker face on. The teacher asks me if I need to go but I'm shy,refuse the offer and deny that it was me. Halfway though class I'm all sweaty, concentrating hard, ready for lunch.Then, one of my classmates tackles/pushes me to the ground for whatever reason.
The volcano erupts. I'm crying as I sit on my mudpie. The teacher tries to help me but I cry some more. I head out the door to escape, my track suit pants fall from the weight of the monster, I trip because my pants are down to my ankles androll down the stairs with brown stuff flying everywhere. I cry some more. As the teacher tries to help me up, I feel another avalanche coming and blast it out while in a sideways sleep postion and cry like never before.
Needless to say, I refused to go to school and hadmy parents put me in another one.
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