PIG PILE ON TOMMY!!!
Hey Tommy, what’re ya eating under there?
Aw man, 'punha, ja hafta get right on toppa me? I mean, whenja last shower, Mother’s Day?
PIG PILE ON TOMMY!!!
Hey Tommy, what’re ya eating under there?
Aw man, 'punha, ja hafta get right on toppa me? I mean, whenja last shower, Mother’s Day?
[sputtering] Oh, yeah? Yeah? Well, well, sez you!! [/sputtering]
If brains were nuts you wouldn’t even be an acorn.
[sub][sup]Seriously, that’s one of the finest insults I’ve ever seen. I’m going to remember that one.[/sub][/sup]
<hands on hips jutting out neck>
Hey Rosebud. You hear that? Biggirl’s daddy is gonna give you a class action suit! And you need it too. Cuz you don’t have any class! And the suit cuz you were secondhand clothes. And… and… you don’t have any action!
And I LIKE my shoes dirty so there! You did me a favor! Like I CARE about my shoes being dirty… I DON’T…<sniffle>… So…NYAH on you!..<sniff>… I’m telling my dad!
:poking the air around biggirl:
I’m not touching you … I’m not touching you … I’m not touching you … I’m not Hey! Owwwwwwww!
:links arms with Persephone:
Well, do-do-head, Persephone is my new best friend.
:whispers in Pers’s ear and they both giggle madly:
<decides to give invitations to all the girls, but not to the boys>
Here’s yours, and yours, and yours… Don’t tell the boys when it is - they’ll try to come and bring their cooties and ruin the whole thing!!!
That’s no fair delphica, picking on the kids in detention. We got enough here to do sneaking around the crawl-space, hooking up with the other detention kids and writing this stupid essay that the mean detention dean says we gotta write about “just who do we think we are.”
We’re gonna get the geek to write the essay. He’s gonna tell the mean detention dean who we really think we are: The League Of Justice!
[sub]I’m Wonder Woman.
Yeah, well, you deserved it anyway, BunnyGirl. Your shirt was stupid…Just like you! Hah! Stupid-brains!
[sub]Wanna meet me under the bleachers after school?[/sub]
Yo…Your MOM, that’s who!
And FireUnderpantsBoobs, at least I WEAR underwear. You probably can’t even afford it, so hah!
Hey punha, go take a long walk off a short pier, doofus.
I’m the king of the playground! Get off my monkey bars!
<pushes jarbaby off>
Serves you right, trespasser!
I can’t. My mom is picking me up to take us to Chuck E. Cheese for my brother’s birthday.
Besides, I thought jarbaby was your giiiiirrrrl-friend.
:sing-song:
Jester’s got a girlfriend! Jester’s got a girlfriend!
JABBERWOCKY HEADS!
BOONDAGGERS!
(my 4th grade nephew actually called me this last week.)
[mimicing Mongrel_8]
Jabberwockyheads! Boondaggers!
I don’t shut up, I grow up. And when I look at you I throw up.
Hey jarbaby, look down your shirt and spell “attic”.
Oh man. Flashback.
Fourth grade was . . . :is going to age the entire thread:: '90 to '91. At that point I was still in relative poverty, and my lunch consisted of an orange (the cheap kind with the thin peel), a butter sandwich (or, if I was lucky, a butter sandwich with cheese) and a generic cookie (the kind I could now eat in a bite) or two.
There’s a reason I refer to grade school as Hell, Part 1.
If you really want to trade THAT, I fear for what you’ll have:)
I fear this post will be my last in this thread, folks. This is all bringing back waaaay too many memories. See my previous post for why that isn’t a good thing.
<<moving hands all around woodstockbirdybird>>
Am I bugging you…I’m not touching you!!!
Even Jesus doesn’t love you!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!
<<starts to cry while his head gets pelted with a chalkboard eraser thrown by Sr. Herman, who could throw faster than Nolan Ryan, and had better aim>>
ERASER FIGHT!
::runs up to the chalk board, grabs all the erasers, and starts randomly throwing them at people in the room::
Um, okay, except not! Just check out my name, boogerface! Anyway, you never answered my question: do you have holes in your underwear?
[snidely] “Hey, nice clothes! My family used to get me clothes like that. Then my dad got a job!”
jarbabyj is NOT my girlfriend! I don’t HAVE girlfriends! I’m never gonna get married, cuz girls are STOOPID! [sub]And I never liked you anyway, I just wanted to see if you’d say yes, so’s I could make fun of you. <sniff>[/sub]
And FireUnderpantsBoobs, I thought that your name was a list of all the things that you DIDN’T have! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh…come back from THAT one!
And as for my underwear, the only holes in it are for me to put my legs through, and the fly. And my waist, of course. So nyah!
You do so have a girlfriend. That’s so gay.