Say I was doing it 4 teh lolz, I can haz cheezburger? and roflcopter away

The year is 2002. The entire class is laughing at me because I said nuculur like Bush did.

A series of events unfolds as a result that leads me to smashing a kids head in with a book, thereby permanently ending a significant amount of bullying I was receiving not only from that kid but from most of the rest of them, and solidifying my worldview that talking is ineffective against people who don’t care about others and that violence of the oppressed is the only path to resolve violence by the oppressor. The bully decided that oh maybe pain sucks and I should go pick on someone who won’t smash my face with a book.

This was the start of my journey to radical leftism

I had a cat named May-may and he died the first day of COVID lockdown.