This is something that happened to Byron at Weedlands.
Setting: second period English
10:43, Tuesday October 34th. 2003
What happened: Anyway, yeah these two guys were in the front. One was in grade 10. The other? Also grade 10. The rest of the class? Also grade 10.
Anyway, these two guys were in the front. The teacher was writing something on the board, and so her back was turned to the class. Then, it happened.
One of the guys, a tall, gangly, pale fellow reached over...and poked his friend.
His friend was a short, pimply, pudgy kid, who had been eating some candies. Because he had been pushed, his skittles now..well, skittled across the ground.
The pudgy kid (from now on known as pudge-pudge) slowly turned his head. There was this huge vein in his head, his forehead really, and now it bulged out like it was going to pop. And then, it did.
(okok, joking.)
What really happened was that Pudge-Pudge then poked tall gangly man(from now on referred to as tall-tall) a little harder then was needed. Now as we all know there are three types of pokes.
1. The kiddy poke: as in..hehe!! i'm poking the clown!
2. The Industrial-size poke: as in..ok! i'm going try to take out your eye with this poke!!
3. The Economy-size poke: as in..ok! You might as well cut a hole in your side..it would be neater then the hole I"M going to poke there...
So of course Pudge-Pudge didn't do pokes number 1 or 2. But neither did he do 3. No. He did his own poke, which was like a poke level...16.
Tall-Tall then used his awesome spider fingers to tickle the chin of Pudge-Pudge.
Not smart.
So a poking/tickling match ensued, while the teacher, COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS continued to talk of "binomials."
Then THIS happened:
Tall-Tall, had a high, high nasel voice and, at this moment he decided to scream: "STOP GAYING ME!!"
The whole class stopped in shock at this pathetic attempt at a "diss".
The teacher turned around. Just in time to see Tall-Tall scream once more: "STOP GAYING ME!!"
Was the point of this story to be funny? No. To be enlightening? No. The point of this story is to take up space in my blog. And you know what? It did. Mission Accomplished.
Oh, fyi, Byron still has nightmares in which people chase him yelling "STOP GAYING ME!!"
Setting: second period English
10:43, Tuesday October 34th. 2003
What happened: Anyway, yeah these two guys were in the front. One was in grade 10. The other? Also grade 10. The rest of the class? Also grade 10.
Anyway, these two guys were in the front. The teacher was writing something on the board, and so her back was turned to the class. Then, it happened.
One of the guys, a tall, gangly, pale fellow reached over...and poked his friend.
His friend was a short, pimply, pudgy kid, who had been eating some candies. Because he had been pushed, his skittles now..well, skittled across the ground.
The pudgy kid (from now on known as pudge-pudge) slowly turned his head. There was this huge vein in his head, his forehead really, and now it bulged out like it was going to pop. And then, it did.
(okok, joking.)
What really happened was that Pudge-Pudge then poked tall gangly man(from now on referred to as tall-tall) a little harder then was needed. Now as we all know there are three types of pokes.
1. The kiddy poke: as in..hehe!! i'm poking the clown!
2. The Industrial-size poke: as in..ok! i'm going try to take out your eye with this poke!!
3. The Economy-size poke: as in..ok! You might as well cut a hole in your side..it would be neater then the hole I"M going to poke there...
So of course Pudge-Pudge didn't do pokes number 1 or 2. But neither did he do 3. No. He did his own poke, which was like a poke level...16.
Tall-Tall then used his awesome spider fingers to tickle the chin of Pudge-Pudge.
Not smart.
So a poking/tickling match ensued, while the teacher, COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS continued to talk of "binomials."
Then THIS happened:
Tall-Tall, had a high, high nasel voice and, at this moment he decided to scream: "STOP GAYING ME!!"
The whole class stopped in shock at this pathetic attempt at a "diss".
The teacher turned around. Just in time to see Tall-Tall scream once more: "STOP GAYING ME!!"
Was the point of this story to be funny? No. To be enlightening? No. The point of this story is to take up space in my blog. And you know what? It did. Mission Accomplished.
Oh, fyi, Byron still has nightmares in which people chase him yelling "STOP GAYING ME!!"
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