Hello anyone who happened to be snooping and found my book! My names Puff, and this is my rant book.
I honestly just talk about whatever I feel like, which I'm fairly sure is the purpose of rant books in general.
Anyway, if you would like to continu...
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You know what's always confuzzled me about the last day of school? You never actually do any work.
Yes, I understand that you don't want to start anything new because it wouldn't be graded, but still. I want to do work in school. Right?
Anyway, I'm jut fairly confused. You know that jerk that hangs out by my late locker? (On the last day of school you don't use lockers) She complimented me on my flower headband. Ummm... thanks?
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Then, I heard her laughing as I passed. I don't get it. Was she being nice, or is there a stick up her butt?
(Side note on sticks. Walk up to someone who irritates you, and say, 'The best way to irritate someone is repeatedly poking them with a stick. Poke poke poke poke...' You say while poking them with the stick, with a dorky grin on your face.)
Anyway, any of you folkles got input on this situation? Or the stick? Or life? I would be pleased to know.
