It was a normal day, but everyone could feel it.
The weather was fine, yet everyone could see it.
It was the day before winter vacation, but that didn't stop it.
For today was the day we'd all get punched in the penis.
>Classroom<
I take my seat near the front. I don't really like the front, but the back has this demon spawn, Eminem wanna be. He usually smells of Axe and homosexual activities, but I'm not one to judge.
I see BJ and Brandon come in. Man, what I wouldn't give for a big stack of waff...
BJ: GLARG!!!!!!
"When am I gonna get another chance to finish that thought", i thought.
Brandon: Jamal guess what?!
I looked at Brandon with my asian face.
Jamal: Ching Chong Potato!
Brandon instantly died. Minutes later Jesus came and said some stuff. Brandons ok now.
Teacher: Everyone shut up and believe in you seats.
Meanwhile, Bob-o decides to be captain badass and motorcycles his way through the window, like it's made of waffl....
Bob-o: I guess I'm on time bitches...
Ugh, my....sentence....damn.
Teacher: settle down, settle down. Now, i've only got one question for everyone today.
Instantly everyone was ready for the calamity and dismay that would surely befall us soon enough.
BJ: Jamal, as soon as he asks this question I'm gonna stick my desk up your spine.
Brandon: Bj I'm going to show you why they call me the "Man who punched Satans face till it caught on fire"!
Bob-o: This is my chance to rid this world of everything that isn't my favorite issue of "Beans and stuff". You're all gonna die
As I sat there watching the tension skyrocket I had only one thing on my mind. My f'ing waff......
Teacher: What is 5 minus negative 18 GO!!!!!
I went ape shit.
Jamal: WAFFLES!!!!!!!!!
NEXT EPISODE: BATTLE ROYALe!

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