OK SO I DO FORENSICS
WHICH IS PRETTY MUCH A PUBLIC SPEECH TOURNAMENT.
(NO, NOT LIKE DEBATE. FORENSICS IS BETTER SO STFU)
WE HAVE VARSITY SO WE'RE PRETTY MUCH A SPORT.
YEAH. WE'RE THE COOL KIDS.
ANYWAYS
I'M DOING A PROGRAM OF POETRY ABOUT THE PLANET PLUTO(OR RATHER, HOW IT'S NOT A PLANET ANYMORE) ((A/N: ALLITERATION IS AW3SOME))
AND ONE OF THE POEMS GETS ME SO RILED UP
I FEEL LIKE I'M ABOUT TO START FCKING SHIT UP.
I'M WORRIED THAT AT THE FORENSICS TOURNAMENT COMING UP, I'M JUST GONNA SNAP AND START FLIPPING SHIT
"fCK YOUR FORENSICS TOURNAMENT
FCK YOUR SCORE BALLOTS
FCK YOUR JUDGES
FCK
E V E R Y T H I N G"
AND GUESS WHAT.
I RAN MY PIECE RECENTLY.
*sTARTS FLIPPING TABLES*
Ireland: bELFAST, GET THE BASEBALL BAT
Belfast: wAY AHEAD OF YOU *wHAP*
*is out cold* Zzzzz...
Ireland: That was close.
uPDATE: I DIDN'T EVEN PLACE *fLIPPING TABLES*
Ireland: sHIT NOT AGAIN
Belfast: *wHAP*
Zzz...
YOU ARE READING
Humorous Crap #Wattys2016
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