HA! Ha! Ha! He cut you so low! What a burn!
Sooooo Jester, are you PT?
NO? You’re not potty-trained???
Oh, wait, you ARE PT?
You’re a pregnant teenager???
Dear jarbabyj,
I like you. Do you like me?
___Yes ___No (Check one)
Do you want to be my girlfriend?
___Yes ___No (Check one)
You can give this back to me during lunch.
Tommy
P.S. Don’t tell ANYBODY
[sub]OK so that’s not an arguement, but even in 4th Grade I was a lover, not a fighter[/sub]
:::nudging BunnyGirl:::
Pssst! Look! Look at FairyChatMom’s skirt! It’s stuck in the back of her tights!
NO! Don’t say anything! Let the cooooool kids that she’s giving those invitations to see it! Heeeeeeheeheehee!
Tommy likes a gir-rrl!
Tommy likes a gir-rrl!
TOMMY LIKES A GIR-RRL!
::Snatches Tommy the Cat’s note, shows it to everybody ::
Tommy wants to marry jarbaby! Which is like totally stoopid because she kisses her n’sync poster goodnight every night before she goes to bed and everybody knows it.
::Revising best friends list, putting extra heavy lines over Cranky and jarbaby. Considering boosting FairyChatMom to top of list, depending on whether or not an invitation to her party is forthcoming. Draws little heart around Jester’s name with purple ink, 'cause pink is for babies.::
Hey, iampunha, wanna trade lunches?
Uh, check your Tiger Beat magazine, Rosebud. Pink is the NEW purple.
And nice Barbie purse.
Tommy and jarbaby sittin’ in a tree!
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Tommy with a ba-by carriage!
Hey, katie, at least my Barbie purse is better than your Little Mermaid backpack. All the cool kids stopped wearing Disney stuff back in the second grade.
And I just got a whole new set of gel pens and you can’t play with them. So there.
Don’t make me tell my mommy on you…
[sub]And no, that wasn’t me kissing little Billy Rogers behind the monkey bars…you’re all liars! [/sub]
:: whips out Saturday night special ::
Any one of you assholes even think about buggin’ me and gank you and your whole goddamn family!!
Sorry, I live in Oakland. We have a different brand of nine year olds around these parts
Oooooooh Jack Batty said a bad word!
Hey Jack
I hate to talk about your momma but she’s in my class
She’s got popcorn titties and a rubber ass.
She’s ninety-nine.
She’s Frankenstein.
She’s the fattest motherfucker on the welfare line.
[sup]We kids in the Boogie Down Bronx didn’t take no mess from nobody, gank or not.
::sticks out tongue:: That is sooooooo 3rd grade!
Everyones’ epidermis shows, stupid-head
shut up shut up shut up.
who are you talking to? me? I’m not listening. lalalalalalalalallalallalaal…boy, you must feel stupid talking to yourself.
:: grabbing Arden’s fist and making her punch her own chest::
why are you hitting yourself? huh? why are you hitting yourself?
Potty mouth potty mouth potty mouth!
Stop breathing my air!
Nuh-uhhh! Take that back iampunha or…well…I’ll think of something.
You’re just jealous 'cause I have something to punch!
::Slaps jarbaby on the back and leaves a “Kick Me” sign on it before running off::
::Notices that Turbo Dog and Biggirl are both wearing brand new white sneakers. Stamps on their feet, leaving footprints::
Nyah!
Hey BunnyGirl! Is that your head, or did your neck throw up?
[sup]Adummysayswhat.[/sup]
Adummysayswhat.
“What?”
Haha, you’re a dummy!
My daddy’s a lawyer and my mommy’s a cop.
When Rosebud gets home she’s gonna get a whuppin. Hey Turbo Dog, my daddy says we can make it a class action. We’re gonna get the whole class on Rosebud!
P.S. My daddy says we got free speech, so it don’t cost me nothing to say KISS MY ASS!
Waitaminnit. Don’t tell the principal. Ssshhh! I didn’t say kiss my ass, I said kiss my pass. My hallway pass. Nooooo. I don’t want detention!