And they were fucked up.

This just reminded me of an insane, tangentially related thing that happened to me yesterday.

Okay.

I was, uh, I was, uh, I was sagging my pants.

Um, no, I was, uh, I was at my mom's house.

And she's a teacher.

She teaches fifth grade.

She teaches at a middle school.

And she told me, she was like, uh, the seventh and eighth graders this year are out of

control. like the seventh and eighth graders this year are out of control and i was like what do you mean

like what could that possibly mean and she said that at the seventh and eighth grade dance this year

they um they like they were booing the principal that's the first like she said which i was like

sure hell yeah and then she said they were, just wait.

They were crowd surfing at the dance.

And they also,

they were breaking windows

and they were running around the school

and trying to go in all the locked classrooms.

It's over.

Booying is such an adult thing to do.

That's so funny.

It's like you're at a Rams game.

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