So in the first semester of 9th grade, the only person who sat at my lunch table was my best friend. Everyday we would just have a ball and it was great. (Btw we sat near the edge of the cafeteria. We weren't in the middle but we were surrounded by other tables) I remember one incident where they were serving stale tortilla chips and mysterious meat. My friend was trying to eat it when I apparently said something REALLY funny, so she spit her food out her mouth and knocked down the plate of hot meat on my shoes, my lap, the table, and the floor. So she was just picking it up off the ground and putting it back on her plate to clean it up. She was still chewing on some of the meat and I kept making jokes so she kept spitting out her food.
Some of the "cool kids" of our grade sat in the table diagonal to ours, so they were just staring at two girls giggling like two insane (that autocorrected to Indians at first tf) people while one was in the floor wiping taco meat off of the others shoe. I look back now and I just see the cringe-ness in the air.
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Skyrim: The Cringe Of Vilkas
HumorThis book is just a big joke. They're inside jokes with me and a few friends of mine, that's it. It's not even that funny. Edit: Never mind now it's a book about my life cringe-ness.
