Talk:Jimmy Rex/@comment-27517770-20170311163636

There was a boy named Eugene, and on the playground everyone called him gay back in grade 6, but he was a tard as well, so they called him Slow Homo, or Slow Mo for short. After several years of the bullshit, he was a sophomore, and he was done with it. He was early to class that morning. And I knew why. I had an advantage over the other kids though,

I wasn't a dick to him.

He proceeded to reach into his backpack and pulled out two glocks. He shot in the air a bit and then had everyone on the floor. He turned to me, presenting me a glock in a crouched position, and asks "Are you in?" I reply "Oh yes...this is where the fun begins."

I turned to the door, kicking it down with the greatest force possible, and headed straight to the room where the GSA would meet. The gays, fur-fags, and feminists were right there, talking about their transformation to the sexual identity of pansexual toasters. I waited outside the door, and signaled for Eugene to come my way. He shouted his count down

10

9

8

7

who cares 3210

We opened the door and then a skeleton popped out