Back in highschool, I was like 5’2 at best, and I liked to mess with people. There was this guy who looked like he was on steroids; let’s call him John. John was like a class ahead of me, and I used to annoy him by saying his name in this weird female voice.
One day, after a football match, I said John’s name in the weird female voice, and it must have been a bad day for him because it really got to him. He shouted, “come here you freaking homosexual!” And started beating the hell out of me. I mean, literally beating me.
I managed to get up and run away, and he threw a knife at me but missed.
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Did you learn anything from this experience?
I grew up in a small town, there was a kid similar to you who liked to fuck with people. One party he apparently got super drunk and was extra obnoxious and a group of kids whooped his ass and left him in the front lawn and continued partying. Hours later they saw he was still lying there so they assumed he was dead. These kids then had the brilliant idea to burn his body to get rid of all evidence. The autopsy revealed he was actually still alive when that happened. The main guys in charge of all this got life in prison without the possibility of parole.
It’s really better to just not fuck with people.
FAFO.
Ya def sound annoying
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Did he really say “come here you freaking homosexual”? I just can’t imagine someone saying that.