So I'm walking between my classes and I see the regular group of toothpick emo f@gs coming my way. One of them always has a ridiculous looking black hat, almost looks like a half assed beret. He also wears a pair of rayban aviators. His clothes look like they haven't been washed since he bought them and are all beat up. Other guy always wears some plaid shirts and I think he is confsued in his style because his pants are tight as hell which matches with him, but then they hang below his ass, perhaps it is an invitation to other potential homos? I'd rather not know. There's a couple other indescribable guys in the group, same type of style. There's also a fat chick in the group, I'm not even gonna start with her.
So I see this group coming in the distance, and my good day becomes ruined. I shift myself into the right mindset and I staart giving them the death stare. Homos looking at me like they're about to high tail the fck out of there. Chick looking at me with a false look of disgust but you can see it in her eyes she wants to strip down to her fat self and jump all over me. A fruit or two attempt to stare back at me, but their steam quickly runs out as I see the tougher one of them quickly look down at the floor as the whole group is progressively walking at a faster pace.
I have dismantled their minds without speaking a word or lifting a finger. They will go home, think about the situation and replay the scenario in their head over and over while tears run down their eyes as they can,from a third person point of view, witness the ownage they have received.
I honestly snorted milk out of my nose after reading that.
