My teacher threw a stapler at me on Valentine's Day. So my friend's dad teaches history at our school and I'm in his class. The kid in front of me was one of the guys. During class he yelled, Your daughter and me did some crazy shit in your car. My friend's dad got beet red and threw the shit off his desk. He screamed, What did you say, you little shit? And threw his stapler at the guy in front of me, but he ducked. And it hit me square in the face. So I ended up in the nurse's office and needed two stitches.

I mean, to be fair, uh, my teacher accused me of attempted murder, um, cause he was arguing with me and screaming at me and shit, and then, um, he went to, like, I don't know, I guess, speak to me or something, like, he walked over to my desk and, like, tripped over my chair, and apparently I attempted to murder him, um, I got expelled for three weeks.

I'm just saying it's a like when you went to the nurse's office was the staples are I mean no not the staples but like the two stitches that you needed already in your head

That sucks.

I'ma be real with you bro, it sounds like you're reading off of a piece of paper.