1st Block with my Seniors:
(warning contains abusive/offensive language)
C showed up for the 2nd time this semester and started this conversation with me:
C: Man i’m drunk as fuck.
Mr. C: (silent stare)
C: You know Old English?
Mr. C: What?
C: The beer.
Mr. C: Sure.
C: I drank 10 Old English today. This morning waiting for the bus, I had 2 Newports. My homey, he got ’em for me, cause I can’t get ’em.
Mr. C: Yeah, because how old do you have to be to drink C?
Mr. C: Well 21, but that just further proves my point.
K walks out of the gym looking sad and walks past me:
Mr. C: What happened?
K: (whimpering) It bit me.
Mr. C: What? What bit you?
K: A bat.
Mr. C: A bat, really?
K: Yeah we gotta bat in the gym. Can I call the terminator?
Mr. C: (Pause) Well the exterminator is for bugs, i don’t think they handle bats K.