Imagine a place that is mainly latino, or black. This place has fuckin people who are as pale as casper the ghost who are trying to be black or claim to be latino. This school is so dull and drab to the point where the most interesting thing to ever happen at this fucking school is probably a fight between two fuckboys or chicks whose fucking diets consist of solely hot cheetos. Scratch that, there’s probably some absolute loser who gets busted for drugs, probably because someone snitched and got them roped. The teachers are so boring and erratic to the point where blowing my fucking brains out would be better than sitting in a classroom. Fuck this school, I can’t wait to graduate and I fucking hope that the principal sees this because this school HAS to be the shittiest shithole to ever be created. Peace.
Thing One: Hey man wanna know something that’s more dangerous and boring than Taravella?
A look of pure hatred given to someone that has seriously wronged you. When done successfully, it should appear as if daggers or flames are coming out from your eyes. The most fierce of death glares will even reduce people to tears, or make them move away from you in fear.
Bob: Man is that girl a jerk!
Joe: Hahahahaha
Girl: *death glare*
Joe: Dude, look at the death glare she's giving you you better back off.
A friggin small town in between Madison and Monroe. Has many festivals involving a beer tent downtown. Population is a little over 2,111 people. Popular attractions: Bar, bar, bar, tavern, bar, church, bar, bar. Popular activities: drinking, drinking, drinking, religion, drinking.
It's that look you get from somebody who enters the restroom as you are exiting after having dropped a particularly smelly dump.Many times the unsuspecting victim will stop dead in their tracks as if they had walked into an invisible wall.They may even be taken aback a step or two. The matter is further complicated if the victim is a friend or acquaintance. Future relations will certainly be diminished because you will always be associated with the smell of your shit.
The principal walked into the men's room just as I flushed my mess. The glare of disgust told me I may not graduate this year.