Man, I'm eating some cotton candy flavored Italian Ice, and it. Is. GOOD!
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What, were you expecting me to write an epic story of how I froze CM Punk in a vat of Italian Ice and listened to Jeff Hardy's theme music to drown out his cries for help?
...that is a great idea for a horror story. *ahem* Anyway...er...wanna hear the stories of a kid named Quinn who goes to my school? Me and grampa call him Urkel. :D Seriously, the kid's my morning entertainment(he's in my first period math class)!
1. In the middle of the lesson, he asked the teacher if he liked bowling, then he got up and walked over to the teacher, saying, "You'd better use this before the (whatever the date was)"
2. When he couldn't get the answer to a ridiculously easy question, he started whining, and when the teacher told him to stop, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE QUESTION!!!!" in a really whiny, annoying voice.
3. The kid claims he has autism, but I knew a kid who REALLY had it, and he was just trying to get my sympathy. Pft, now he isn't getting any sympathy from anybody!
4. He started this stupid game called 'I can make you say anything'. Idiot doesn't know how literal kids are these days. I didn't say the word 'anything', so the kid was almost crying when I started talking and told him the real rules.
5. Me and my friend(Who is a teacher. Yes, very sad indeed.)were trying to get a holepuncher back from another teacher, so I just go into the enemy's room, steal it, and run. Turns out Quinn was in the enemy's art club. And it turns out that the guy sent Quinn to get the holepuncher back. So I'm holding him out of the room with one hand while he's thrashing around, and Ms. G.(my friend)is just laughing. After I left, she said that Quinn was sitting in the office, crying his eyes out.

Okay, that took like, a half hour to make. Now, I am off to make that horror story! Heh heh heh.