I noticed a new fetus in the halls the other day. I walked up and said, "What up bitch face, what the fuck are you doing in my halls?" The he/she (I honestly couldn't tell what it was) said, "Hi I'm Butterbean. I'm sorry, I didn't know this hall was yours". I could tell that Butterbean was fucked up in the brain because no one talks that kind of shit in my halls. I was really annoying with Butterbean so I kicked "it" in the shins. Butterbean started to cry and I whispered to "it", "Don't ever have sex with dead people at funerals." Then I walked away.
The next day I threw a dildo at Butterbean.
Stupid Butterbean.
The End!
