Blah. Well, there's this one really weird kid at school who has this habit of picking his nose and wiping it on people's shirts (he's a special education kid), and me and some of my friends were at lunch today and that mentally challenged kid comes over and sits down. So I warn some of my friends that he might try to do something weird to them, and well... here's how it went.
Me: Why are you talking to him? He might blow his nose on you...
Friend 1: He's not that bad! You're just jelous 'cause you're gay and he's not! (I am, by definition, not gay. But I am unpopular.).
Me: Excuse me? What the-
Friend 2: Ooh, look at me! I'm Chad! I go around saying swears all the time! (I do not swear... very often. But it's not a 'heavy' swear, only like the "h" word or the "d" word or something).
Friend 1: *Laugh*
Friend 2: *censored*
Me: ...? I don't-
Friend 2: And all I talk about is drugs! (False comment) Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Friend 1: You suck, Chad! Go *censored*!
Mentally challenged guy: I bet he has a lot of prac, prcat, practice!
Me: I thought you were my friends... I can see you're not.
Friend 1: Wow, I'm so scared! Chad's gonna remove me from his friend list!
Friend 2: "Friend" list? I wonder what that is!
Mentally challenged guy: His mom's at the top of the list!
At this point, I'm furious. These "friends" will eventually get what's coming to them. So, I reach over into my friend's lunch sack while he's not looking, and quickly pull out a block of ice used to keep his lunch fresh. I hit him in the head, then throw it so it might hit the other guy's head, but it misses.
Friend 1: Woah! You almost hit me!
Friend 2: What the *censored*!? What's wrong with you!?
Then friend 2 grabs my neck in such a way that I couldn't get any air. I reach over and grab a can of Brisk, and attempt to throw it at his face. He lets go, and I get away from him.
Friend 1: Woah, Joe, you okay?
Friend 2: Yeah, the only bad thing is that Mr. Homo over there gave me a concussion.
Friend 2 trys to vomit to make it more realistic, but he fails. Miserably.
Me: Excuse me? You're acting like he did nothing! He did do something. I'll make a giant list for you.
Let's see what he did:
1. Pour crap into my drink at lunch... EVERY DAY.
2. Shoot me with an electronic UZI airsoft gun.
3. Make me look like I was... well, never mind.
4. Push me into a stall where the toilet was full of distgusting things.
5. Push me into the girl's bathroom.
6. Push my school work deep into the girl's changing room.
7. Steal pretty much everything in my locker.
After I told him, he was like:
Friend 2: That's nothing compared to what you did to me.
Me: What did I do to you?
Friend 1: You gayed up all of his stuff...
Friend 2: Uh, yeah! Yeah! That's what you did!
Me: *shouts profanities at those two traitors*
I leave to go outside, to try to formulate a plan to get revenge. So far, I've got 1, but it will require an accomplist. If anybody has any ideas for ways to get back at them, let me know.