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My teacher assigned us an essay on pet pieves. I got hold of my friends laptop and wrote his for him. Its pretty long but you might think its funny. My teacher is mrs. Flannigan. Its pretty random, and i think i was smokin some peytoie when i wrote it but Enjoy...
-------Throughout my life, I haven’t encountered too many things that really annoy me, except for one thing. That thing is mrs flannigan. She eats so much ass, i tink she should fucking go fuck a tree. Damn her too hell. She wears her sailor outfit like a dumbass bitch sailor bitch. I think she needs to strongly consider all her opinons are very stupid and uneducated because I don’t even think she went to school. Instead she worked the strip bars of the coast of Imo Jimo, and old Jap Island that was the Japs last line of defense in WW2 and ended the War in the Pacific, and we all know mrs. FUCKING flannigan loves the Japs. Her class is so shity i would like to shit on the door handle so everyone is informed how truley bad it is. This assignment was the dumbest fockin think ive heard of. DAMNIT. BOOBS. One time, Chad had sex with mrs. Flanigan, what the hell is wrong with chad, holy shit. Then, out of the blue, the army of green turltles came marching down the streets dressed in their Nazi uniforms, for they were about to imbark on a journey, a jouryny of surpressing the reptiles of the pond. They started out pondering, how do you wash the turtles? One fish steped forward and dice, Agua. He was then shot in the head. For the turtles surpressed all no matter their importance to the community. The turtles were going to battle with the rabits, them rabits drank tea and played cricket. They had to defend there only source of drinking water, the pond. The birds were easily defeated and retreated back to there Tree Tower. Communist moles came out next, millions of them, all poorly trained and didn’t know how to fight. One out of Two moles recieved a piece of poop to throw at the turles, so when one mole died, the other one following him picked up the poop and hurled it galantly at the turtles. The poop never really did much except make the turtles smell. So they had to be washed. The point of the war was made very clear. The turtles needed the pond so much. So they adopted the new fraise, fight o the death. In the West war of the pond, the mice were battling the brillant toads. The battle was grewsome and lond. The mice started the battle by attacking Pearl habor in the toads section of the pond. Eventually with many deaths and injuries the toads came out as the victors. Down the street march the turtles, never stopping to see the agua. The turtles hated the schrews, they were all put in a Screwish Ghetto and shot for the simplest mistake. Eventually the shrews were even more surpresed and put in Concentration camps. The really unlucky shrews were transported to death camps, were of course, they died. This tragedy was known as the, Holocaust. The battle of the Animals was nearing an end. When the toads killed all the turltes for their crimes against humanity. At the conference in Munic, all the races and religions decided the turtles will be punished, and they were. It was time to die. The rabbit leaped onto the turtles back and stabbed him, numerous times. It was amazing, I’ve never seen a rabbit stab a turtle. Then I ask this girl, who of course looked really fuinny, and she said, Hey ladies and Gentlemen, I liked to introduced a friend of mine, “yes yes I am” i said strangely, and he goes by the name of, Justin, and i pondered this for many a time, for see the real mystery was, why was she calling me justin, for my name was non other than Patrick Jones, and i asked her about turtles and in turn i get a announced by this girl by the wrong name, and quite possibly, this is the longest run on sentence ever, take this mrs. Flannigan, I wrote a damn runon, so fuck you, fuck anyone that doesnt like this, yall bitches, fifty cent 4 ever, because you said you was a wansta but you never pop none, or cop none, and i also see you at the dealor ship but you never buy anything. Its quite weird, shes so fine, I gotta make her mine. I don did it. Oh no, young nigers have forgot to hustle, do da de do da. Oh no, the turtles are back, with a vengence. I am very tired of our democratic government, people thing its good to vote and they know who should run our country when in turn we get people like Bob Clinton, he had sex with his secretary for fucking sakes, how can this man run our country, I dont understand why people were scared of the communist, we shouldve welcomed them in with wide arms and a smile. Or even a dictatorship would be better than what we have now. What the shit. We should have castro come run our coutry, especially since he went to harvard, and didnt make pro ball so he got pissed at us. What the heck, let the man play ball. Who holds back a man from playin ball, becauseyou know that saying, if theres grass in the field, play ball! Yes, I know, thats digusting, but it is a valid fraise and is used very often. Fat man, in a little coat, oh yeah. Bomb Iraq, we need oil. If we had a dictator ship already we wouyldve already bombed Iraq and took the stupid oil because we need it mjore, ohte rwise hisdom husane is just gonnan burn it all, and thats not cool. Well shit, I fucked up, gotta go to sleep, gotta rest for another day, to seize the moment of naturlness and take avantage of all that is given and set forth in the eyes of the beholder. Hit em up, Hit them up, Words from Tupac shakur himself. Fuck all those people out their who think there funny, cause all they are, are bitches, If i had a crow bar, Id smash them all in the face, starting with whoever challeged me to a fight. This is not self expression, but equality to all.


IM out like a blind kid in laser tag--- --- I'm out like a midget in a high jump competition