
Originally Posted by
Laddy
Once, and I was a passenger. There was a girl at my school I used to be friends then I realized I hated her. Every week she had a different sexual orientation, obscure language she would speak, and hobby you weren't smart enough to understand. She made atrocious grades, had atrociously-dyed blood-red pigtails, was a huge pervert, and wore a godawful wool vest with wolves on it.
Well, me, my best friend, her, and the other gay guy at our school went to the mall in the dude's car. She insisted she could drive after she lied about her dad being an auto racer and taught her everything. She drove terribly. There was perhaps sixteen times in that forty-five minute trip she was perfectly capable of killing a fellow human being. She stopped really abruptly at a green light for NO smurfING REASON and totally demolishes not only the guy's car but the guy's behind us as well. Then the guy behind us just drove off. She insisted that never happened before. Then she graduated and learned Xhosa or something.
I hated her.