Gorsh. It's hard to pick out of the list of mean and vile things I do in a single
day, let alone the meanest and most vile thing I've ever done in my life, or what I want to do. I have the urge to push people down the stairs; I once told a friend to let me push him down the stairs, just so he'd break his leg and get pain-killers, which he could then give me.
I think about hitting people with my car all the time. I detest the people who travel down the halls at my university on skateboards or scooters, and I long to knock them over and watch them tumble. I think about burning the school down--I suggested it just this morning; it was a joke, seriously, but I must admit the idea was tempting. Well, that's not exactly mean, but it isn't exactly good. I think about--and actually am currently writing one of them--writing some stories that are very anti-Christian just in the hopes of pissing off the maximum amount of people I can in a single day (the one I'm writing now is a comparison of religion to drugs; it's not a novel idea, I admit, but I enjoy it if only to piss people off). I constantly mock and ridicule people; Kira will certainly attest to that (she flipped me the bird so many times today I thought her middle finger would fall off). I'm often described as a certain part of the body which everyone has due to my general mean-spiritedness. I consider what the world would be like under my control, and it's not pretty; well, it is to me, but I guarantee it won't be to anyone else. As for vile things, well, I made out with a statue of Venus today for our Mythology project (I swear I was neither drunk nor high), and that thing is just nasty. It had gum in its left eye, is missing most of its right arm, and she looks pretty shabby. So I'm on film molesting a statue and kissing it. God knows what birds have been doing to that thing, let alone anyone else (someone painted her toe nails, ffs) or anything else. I guess I haven't done much else in the way of vile, except for drawing body parts on a table during class, which nearly made the four people who saw it (Jen, Khristian, Shahnaz and myself) laugh and get in trouble (I swear, Khristian kept giggling silently, and Jen was, too, but when I drew a male body part, Shahnaz caught sight of it and sent me this nasty look, then smiled because she wanted to laugh; at that point, Jen saw Shahnaz trying not to laugh and then had to push her chair back so she would be out of the professor's line of sight, and she had to cover her mouth to prevent from being heard; I myself was directly across from the teacher [to describe distance, the table comfortably sits 14, as there are 14 of us; one at each end, and six on the sides] and I almost lost it completely because I could see Jen turning bright red; I seriously bit my tongue to keep from laughing too loud, but I suspect the professor noticed something was amiss). That isn't vile so much as a "You had to be there" story. Well, that's kind of today in a nutshell, although I left out most of my scathing remarks about the people I made fun of.
[QUOTE=Ravager]Oooh. Comparing Mag to Thatcher, that's just harsh. :laugh: :laugh:
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I thought it was hilarious, myself. When that picture opened up and there she--oh, I'm sorry, that was Magrus, so there
he :laugh: --was, staring back at me with those lifeless eyes, I couldn't stop laughing. :laugh:
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