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Where Are The Bullies Of Today?
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When I was in Eighth grade, I came into class one day wearing a pair of Transformers sweat pants, and a kid named Armando, who had a mustache, came up to me and punched me in the face. Then he said “Hey, you f*&kin b*ch. Every day you come to school, and dress in those pants and talk like a f&*kin’ b*ch, I’m gonna punch you in the face.”
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At the time I hated Armando. I used to draw pictures of me kicking the shit out of him, which he found once, and then punched me in the face and said “You got a problem with me, don’t be a f*&kin b*ch, say that shit to my face.” In his own way, Armando taught me two valuable lessons: 1)Make sure you dress appropriately for your surroundings, and 2)If you have an issue with another person, it’s best to deal with them directly. And to my knowledge, I figured that every school had it’s own Armando, until I saw this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc_kFmuSXoE&eurl
Where in the HELL was the Armando at this kid’s school?! How can someone live to be this age and sound like this much of an a**hole, without getting the living shit kicked out of him on a daily basis? Now, I’m not saying you can’t be super into politics when you’re thirteen, or role playing games, or whatever the f%$k you want to be in to. But if you’re allowed to be thirteen and publish a book called “Define Conservatism” and sound like eleven sticks are simultaneously taking up space in your a**hole, then you need to get the shit kicked out of you. Maybe several times.
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And this is not to say after you get the shit kicked out of you, you can’t still be in to whatever you’re in to, it just means that you’ll probably have a healthy respect for the sheer amount of a**hole you sound like when you talk about your passion. And thus, you’ll probably be more selective and EFFECTIVE when you talk about it. You'll also learn the difference between being passionate about something, and just liking something a lot.. Which is a lesson that can keep you out of working in a shitty job, or waking up at 50 to find that you haven’t ****ed your wife in four years and don’t give a shit.
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When I got punched in the face, I immediately thought “I like these Transformers sweat pants, but do I like them enough to withstand a beating? The answer was no. Transformers sweatpants weren’t my passion.
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Now, I know every two months (apparently due to the fact that either Chris Hansen goes on vacation or because there’s only so many pedophiles to catch) there’s a Dateline NBC Special about a kid who goes nuts and kills someone because he was bullied. That’s where the parents come in. Parents, use your f’in good judgement, god dammit. When I came home with a black eye from Armando, my dad didn’t go “We need to call the police!” nor did he ignore it. He asked what happened, then when I explained, he said “He has a mustache huh? I’d probably just wear different pants.”
jezus wat is dat kind in dat filmpje vervelend.
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