Waz up? This is where me and my friends and I (kudos to save-our-sporks, tsukiryoushi,and SpiffySporkPerson) are gonna talk about Social Studies. And by that mean gossip, what ever we find. Whether it's funny, a bit steamy, or really creepy. So, here goes nothing.
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Now Ghandi, a charming lad(not), has the affections of a friend of mine. She can do so much better. That kid is frickin wack. He sits next to me in math. Now, I don't know if I'm a good judge of intellegence, but my friend is at least as smat as me, and he, well, let's just say that when his IQ reches 50, he should sell.
Thats all of Ghandi for now, he's annoying, and has another story, but thats for the others to tell. So, my next thing that I'm going to do in this post (that's right, it's not over yet) is give you all a life lesson. So I gladly present
LIFE LESSON #1:
Never play "Thumb War" with a perv.
I will now weave the tale of Ghandi the Donut Boy. Ther once was a boy. One with a limited vocabulary, for he didn't know what heterosexual(sp?) meant, let alone that he was one. Apparently, however, he attracted the affections of a good friend of mine. It's possibly cause he's the only African American (Its Correctastic!) kid on the block besides the other one who's a grey markt soda dealer. (50cents a can, kids). But he has no intrest in her, least not that he affects, and he fails. I have absolutely no idea why I call him Donut Boy. I intend to continue charactorization and funny stories bout Ghandi, cause its so damn fun. 
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