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12/11/08(Thu)12:56:35 No.2405820  I'll
admit it - I was what you might consider the "class clown" in grade
school. I was prone to disobey any given authority figure just to get a
rise out of my classmates. I was a lulzwhore, in other words. This one
time in 4th grade however, I took it too far.
Don't ask me how, but
I had acquired an old grappling hook from my uncle, and I decided to
rig it to my teacher's chair. She was probably in her mid 20's-early
30's, and if I had been a year or two older, I'd have declared her
delectably hawrt. I sat in the front row (so I could be watched over
carefully), and within a foot or two of Ms Richard's desk with the
grappling hook tied and secured around the back two legs of her seat
and the rope extending out towards my desk. She wandered in a minute or
two late, as usual, apologized and took off her raincoat. My heart was
pounding, and after some dawdling, she began to take her seat.
Immediately, I jerked the rope towards me as hard as I could. The chair
flipped backward, and a look of terror shot across her face for an
instant before this loud sickening crack rang out through the room. The
class began to laugh, but it quickly subsided as we noticed the dark
red splatter on the chalkboard.
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