At 3:42 PM,
I post a fucking comment and you delete the post, how lame are you? Really lame, that's the answer. GOD. And now you're writing poetry about fucking white boards. Unreal. Not a day goes by that you don't get more and more like a hipster. What's next, a beret? That would be special. Anyway, I'll see you when you get home, don't forget to bring your baseball bat Wednesday so we can fight.
P.S. I bought a pirate shirt today, and I rubbed it all over your ninja hoodie.
Hey, what can I say, the picture was lame. It's gone now. Whiteboards are nearly as cool as ninjas I love them. If you were cool you could appreciate their greatness. And I will bring a bat, and I will kill you good; especially because of your atrocious act of sabotage.