In elementary school, I remember way back when recess was the shit. Now recess = breaks, and breaks are still the shit but shittier. I remember all the good times I used to have with my friends (no homo). Just laughing at the lower grades when we were in grade 8. It's always the first question, "What grade are you in?", "six", "I'm in grade 8 mother fucker, better step off my mother fucking four square". Kids would then cry and tell the teachers. Life lesson? Enjoy your life while you can, I doubt you're 14 and reading this but enjoy while life lasts. The good times will be when you're young. On to this story, my friends and I were playing some basketball and all the women were mirin' us. "You mirin' Chelsea? Yeah you mirin' my ball handling skills". "Oh, you make me blush, you can handle my balls any day", responded Chelsea. I gave a nasty jizz face and dipped the fuck outta there. That's not the story though, the story is, this Indian kid, call him Phaggit or rather Phageet (pronounced Pha-jeet); runs out the doors of the school right in the middle of our basketball game. He slides on the ice on the floor and wipes the fuck out. Our whole basketball team laughed our asses off. It was like we're all Santa but instead Ho's we get Ha's. HAHAHAAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHA. Just pure lolling at Phaggit. Then he tells the teacher who coincidently was the coach of the basketball team. She cancels our team. Basically tells us to cut our nipples off so she can bathe in our sadness. Or imagine a big cock heading in your mouth and you know you have to suck it but then it turns around and pokes you in the eye but you feel relieved that you didn't actually have to suck it. But no, the lulz that we enjoyed was far more pleasant than the basketball team. Now this Phaggit kid is in secondary school and I'm in grade 12. I still laugh at this motherfucker all day; along with my friends. Moral of the story, enjoy your life, to the fullest. Unless you're Phaggit.