So, the other night, I was just walking around, you know? and then these douchbags wearing there little hollister hats stuffed over their white-boy fros starting yelling at me and shit. So I was all like, "GTFO!" but they were all like "Lol, no wai fag." so, long story short, I killed them.

I ripped their throats out with my bare hands, and then I smoked all of their hair.

I agree with you...
People like that piss me off too...
Though the fear of blood fall is what makes them that way...
They see making fun of people as keeping them in their place...
People like that are insignificant...
The best thing you can do is ignore them...
They cause no real threat anyways...

wait....
what does smoking their hair do?

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