Re: Desperate Times
Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2018 7:37 am
"Sooooooounds like the whining of somebody who can't handle that Conning Connie didn't wiiiiiiin," Wyatt sang over whatever drivel Joanne was spouting. And what the fuck was she doing, getting her nose all up in his report as it was printing? He didn't say anything or call too much outward attention to it, but it was worthy of a backwards glance and also certainly worth keeping watch on out of the corner of his eye in case she decided to do something drastic. He wouldn't put it past a crying libtard to do something a little outlandish and totally against any of their own supposed philosophy when things weren't going their way. Joanne already admitted to being a hypocrite, so why not?
Just a few more pages. She was annoying but survivable, the typical CNN binge-watching fare that got all uptight because nobody would stick a dick 'em, yet if they did end up getting some poor sap drunk enough, they could probably go and get him arrested on some phony sexual assault charges. Seems to be how girls got their kicks these days, and it baffled Wyatt how so many kids their age were going online and eating this garbage up.
"Gay again, huh?" Wyatt looked on with somewhat befuddled amusement. She'd suddenly become funny to him again. There were many things wrong with her statement, so many tattered ends to pull on but he knew how this song-and-dance went. She'd cram her fat ass into her echo chamber with all her like-minded butt buddies, and they'd go on and on about how they were right and how intolerance is wrong and how the president should have his nuts fed to him and how men are evil pigs, because all those things totally went together. Wyatt zipped his lunchbox shut, preparing himself to leave. As soon as that last page was done, he was logging his shit off and getting the fuck out before he caught something with how Joanne was breathing down his neck.
"It wasn't run by the fags and the dykes before and it never will be."
Last page. Halle-fucking-lujah.
"But you snowflakes keep telling yourselves you can get whatever fucked up Tumblr wet dream country you want. You had your turn, McAllister was a fuckup, and you're just making an ass out of yourself pretending to know what the fuck politics are while watching a bunch of fake bullshit on TV." Wyatt stood up after logging out, picking the lunchbox up and starting to move towards the printer to grab his assignment, the assignment Joanne was no-doubt judging while surely claiming to somehow be a more tolerant and better person. "What else can I say? Try again in seven years."
Like every self-righteous retard in this school, Wyatt was positive Joanne would cling to this pointless discussion and try to get the last word, as if being the last person to vomit verbal diarrhea meant you won the shit-flinging contest. He'd let her have it, too, because nothing she said held true impact to him. He'd heard it all before. He was hearing it from the whinier half of the country, claiming they were a majority but when that majority consisted of illegal immigrants, multiple voters and dead people, the claim came off as just a little more than suspect. When he looked at Joanne's fat, fish-lipped, coffee-table-forehead face he saw in her every person who was contributing to the biggest problem in a country that he loved and was proud of. And the fact that they'd never understand they were the very cancerous sore that they purported to want to remove was immensely sad to him.
But let's be real, here. It was also funny as fuck.
Just a few more pages. She was annoying but survivable, the typical CNN binge-watching fare that got all uptight because nobody would stick a dick 'em, yet if they did end up getting some poor sap drunk enough, they could probably go and get him arrested on some phony sexual assault charges. Seems to be how girls got their kicks these days, and it baffled Wyatt how so many kids their age were going online and eating this garbage up.
"Gay again, huh?" Wyatt looked on with somewhat befuddled amusement. She'd suddenly become funny to him again. There were many things wrong with her statement, so many tattered ends to pull on but he knew how this song-and-dance went. She'd cram her fat ass into her echo chamber with all her like-minded butt buddies, and they'd go on and on about how they were right and how intolerance is wrong and how the president should have his nuts fed to him and how men are evil pigs, because all those things totally went together. Wyatt zipped his lunchbox shut, preparing himself to leave. As soon as that last page was done, he was logging his shit off and getting the fuck out before he caught something with how Joanne was breathing down his neck.
"It wasn't run by the fags and the dykes before and it never will be."
Last page. Halle-fucking-lujah.
"But you snowflakes keep telling yourselves you can get whatever fucked up Tumblr wet dream country you want. You had your turn, McAllister was a fuckup, and you're just making an ass out of yourself pretending to know what the fuck politics are while watching a bunch of fake bullshit on TV." Wyatt stood up after logging out, picking the lunchbox up and starting to move towards the printer to grab his assignment, the assignment Joanne was no-doubt judging while surely claiming to somehow be a more tolerant and better person. "What else can I say? Try again in seven years."
Like every self-righteous retard in this school, Wyatt was positive Joanne would cling to this pointless discussion and try to get the last word, as if being the last person to vomit verbal diarrhea meant you won the shit-flinging contest. He'd let her have it, too, because nothing she said held true impact to him. He'd heard it all before. He was hearing it from the whinier half of the country, claiming they were a majority but when that majority consisted of illegal immigrants, multiple voters and dead people, the claim came off as just a little more than suspect. When he looked at Joanne's fat, fish-lipped, coffee-table-forehead face he saw in her every person who was contributing to the biggest problem in a country that he loved and was proud of. And the fact that they'd never understand they were the very cancerous sore that they purported to want to remove was immensely sad to him.
But let's be real, here. It was also funny as fuck.