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Walk into the school with a baseball bat. When confronted for a reason for why you have it, say its for gym class, or just say its beating nuns or something. Either will work ... god I hate nuns. Anyways find your way to the library. Pick out comptuer number seven, because seven rhymes with heaven and it is soon going to hell. Say your daily prayers, thanking allah for all you have ... and beat the computer screen like you would a woman that just talked back, or gave you ham in your sandwich instead of turkey. Scream out phrases like "GODDAMN YOU ZORDON, STOP MAKING ME DO THIS" or ... "DIE GRANDMA DIE" ... something crazy so you can blame it on poisioned cereal you ate earlier that morning. Walk away whistling and when asked what happened, proceed to club the victim upside the head with your extrememly large penis (that's what I'd do anyways) and claim you are god. Run like Barb Gutman is trying to rape you to the nearest church and sit in the pew. Nobody ever suspects the church guy.
-X CON DUM
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