Kids: *Trading food, cards, Pokemon, etc.*
Me: I AIN'T TRADING MY FOOD, I DON'T OWN CARDS AND HOW DO YOU EVEN PLAY POKEMON GO?!
Person: Well do you trade anything..?
Me: Uh... Kerrang! Posters?
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Sad. I know.
Oh, and before mlduryea corrects me, I don't trade food with Josie; I give it to her.
(That sounded so wrong I'mma go die in a hole... Holes... Heh...)
In all seriousness though, am I the only one here who doesn't trade crap with friends? It sounds very 1900's, though I've seen people discussing it and, well, doing that shiz.
Doing ... ... ...
*Faint voice* anyone wanna trade Kerrang! posters and pretend to look cool? No? Okay...
. . .
STORY TIME
Yesterday during lunch, Kelly (whose username I've thoroughly forgotten) was talking about something (I don't even remember what). Well whatever she was talking about seemed to strike an idea:
Me: KELLY, I SHIP YOU WITH THE NEXT PERSON WHO WALKS PAST.
And who walked past? An extremely old, grumpy teacher.
Teacher: Any rubbish, girls?
Me: *Dying.*
Everyone: *Dying.*
Teacher: ?...?...?...
And so we invented a new game known as Shipping People (SP for short).
Play it and have fun shipping everyone in existence.
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Bands: #3
RandomThe Script title references! You hear that? No, not the sirens I'm sleeping with, instead the beautiful sound of a new band book! This is the third instalment of my original band books, so if you haven't already, go on and read the first two before...
