Jack

Next door, there's this little 5-year-old kid named Jack. He's a russian orphan, and really cool.

So, I was riding bikes, and he decides to follow me around on his little red bicycle. We rode around for a while, and he would start laughing and we were just having a good time.

After a while, he turns to me and says, "You're my friend." and smiles. I look back and smile, only to hear him say:

"Oh, wait, I said friend. Whoops! I meant neighbor. You're not my friend."

Have a great day.

I officially have no life.

Science project thing.

Have a great day.

BEEP.

Today, on the bus, our blackanese bus driver was flirting with some janitor in the car next to us.

But that's beside the point.

So, we were driving along, with the normal, "Ge' sho selph ouda da eyel!" from the bus driver. It was kinda boring, so I decided to spice it up. You see, there are those emergency exit window things on the school buses that when you raise the red bar and push, the window falls out. And when you just raise the red bar, it makes a loud BUZZ!!1!

Yeah, okay, bad idea.

So I start to reach in front of the seat to hit the lever when the kid thinks I'm raping him or something. Dylan tells me when he isn't looking, and I pull the bar up.

The kid has like a seizure in his pants.

The wanna-be's in the back are like, "Hey, stop that buzzin'! Heh. Buzzin'. Sounds like penis. LOLOLLOLZ!!!1!"

I just ignore them and wait for Dylan to give me the signal, but the kid is just staring at it, like it's something out of those magazines he reads at night.

Y'know, a gameboy, cuz he reads a gaming magazine. >.>

We're almost to the school, and I decide to sleep when Dylan gives me the signal. Now, this was to be the mother of buzzes.

I reach over, very wary that he could turn and look at any movement.

Like a ninja on crack, I dash my hand over the seat and hold up the buzzer. The kid spazzes out, hitting the window, pushing it out.

Have a great day.

Hrm.

I decided to create this. I probably won't update this, but oh well.

Today, in Mrs. Jackson's class, we randomly got off topic (I work for the RDR (Redundancy department of redundancy (Yea! More Parentheses!))), and started talking about the slums of India.

Yeah. I know.

Anyway, we started getting into how the population is so bad in china and stuffz, and then everyone gets into a heated debate about world hunger and such. And I was like, "Holda phonez."

I had the greatest idea ever. Now what could solve the problem of both population control and world hunger?

"Mrs. Jackson, why don't we just eat babies?"

Have a great day.