Shout out to Whoever's Sitting Behind Me.
Dude, F#$! You. How sporatic is your leg twitch that you need to pretend field goal punt the back of my seat every five seconds bruh?? And nigga, breathe through your nose already. I have heavy winds gusting my neck hair relentlessly. The gum might help with that breath, but the "chew, chew, smack, smack" for an hour and fifteen is going to force me to "stab, stab" you after class. How many f$%@*% packs do you go through a week nigga......
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