Oh God, my friends must all hate cows now...
Our English teacher gave us these cute paper cow finger puppets for no apparent reason, so we were running around screaming "MOO!" and making the cows dance and stuff.
It was fun, but we bugged the crap outa our friends who didn't have cows.
MOO, bish.
I now officially love my school, despite the jerks who inhabit the damn place. My friends are tons of fun. And while we're all immature brats, we're still more intelligent and have more going for us than those losers [<<i was told to be "nice" to these people] who think they're better than us.
Our English teacher gave us these cute paper cow finger puppets for no apparent reason, so we were running around screaming "MOO!" and making the cows dance and stuff.
It was fun, but we bugged the crap outa our friends who didn't have cows.
MOO, bish.
I now officially love my school, despite the jerks who inhabit the damn place. My friends are tons of fun. And while we're all immature brats, we're still more intelligent and have more going for us than those losers [<<i was told to be "nice" to these people] who think they're better than us.