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.

She wanted to make you feel better, she gave you the stapler so you can fix your heart. Put it back together, yeah.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

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A stapler? Um, you know what you do? Double it. Throw a chair at her.

That's some illegal stuff right there.