In todays character I'll be editing and rearranging this sentence for an undisclosed number of minutes and then trash the whole thing like Go! Away!! Character!!! In this one however, character that is, a variety of exordiums:
It was so cold yesterday rain froze mid flight. Brrr.
So cold you can leave groceries in the car overnight.
Colder than the girls in 6th grade!
Mmhm. They were vicious. My elementary training ended at 6th grade. 7th and 8th was junior high school, 9-12 was high school. I didn't learn my lesson the first 12 seasons so I tacked on six more at University and vocational training. #Learnded.
But there's a significant phase during those adolescent years where although unexplainable at the time, pivotal developments were introduced day after day after day after day, one after the other and from every direction. Majority of it went down between 5th and 8th grade, peaking in 6th. Girls in particular were cold in 6th grade—cunning.
I wanted to change schools, I hated Kingston Elementary. Mom wouldn't let me. I would've gone to the Christian school even where they wore uniforms, I didn't care, looked like a normal school to me. Each time we drove passed it, 'why can't I go to that one??'
Cuz you're not a pussy that's why. It's called puberty, get over it, hand me those cigarettes. Now get outta here. I don't want to see you again before dark.
Puberwhat, tea? I'd never heard of pubertea. It's a word you have to experience to understand. It's when girls competed for Cunning Runt of the year award for no reason other than they were sweethearts two seconds ago and fellas could maintain a boner all day just by breathing—6th grade.
Welcome bɒɔʞ. Please find an empty desk and take a seat. Raise your hand when you hear your name.
You, myself, people you engage with, pick fights with, we got a full class. People you snitch on like a fuckin snitch or talk shit about behind their back, you know who you are, them, us. People who have no background in medicine and won't shut up about covid. What's a group of virtual strangers without a handful of dudes in a dick swingin contest? Can't be a social media platform without chicks whose only attribute is their nipples and hopeless dudes infatuated with virtual nipples and yata yata... Bla bla bla.
The chain we forked away from launched in July, 2016. :fwd fwd fwd fwd fwd fwd:
:play: Welcome to 6th grade in blockchain years—puberty. That explains it.
