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i heard that if you listen really closely during summer vacation you hear the click of every teenage girl’s camera shutter as they take their 328th summer 2012((; picture
So no one at my friend’s old high school is allowed to dress up for halloween anymore because one year this kid came to school on a bike wearing a red jumpsuit with tampons taped to him. He rode around the school telling people he was the menstrual cycle
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in school
- illiterate kid: here let me read
- me: holy fuck
- me: oh my god no
- me: literally absolutely not please for the love of god no
- me: anything but this
- me: i'm going to kill myself
- me: goodbye world
- me: have a nice life
- me: except for you
- me: learn to read
- me: and then die
- me: bye
My pink candy popcorn came with free stickers. THIS WAS MY HAPPINESS OF THE DAY.
Although Bertie Bott, you and your every flavour beans can go piss up a rope.
I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from
That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.
I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?
oh my god i am dying
holy skhfhew
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