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Everyone always thought Joe had a stick up his ass. Turns out we were wrong; it was Todd.
soulja boy up in it, watch me crank it, watch me roll, watch me crank dat soulja boy, that superman dat OHHHHH
Alright piss-ants, I guess by now you’ve figured out that your ol’ gym teacher here CAN electrify the very ground you walk on. SO DANCE YOU TURDS!!”
“dumb b1tch done stepped on the rope”
also
“gravity is a bitch”
Quit fucking around, Superman.
Meanwhile, little Clarence is perfecting the “Super Worm” in dance class.
Jump-roping makes me so happy, I shit a brother
i dont know about yall, but im looking at the chick 4th in row.
what the fuck is wrong with her?
who cares about the kid about to split his chin wide open.
One of these things is doin’ their own thing.
All the other kids: “How many cock pushups can you do?”
Little kid: “One’s all you need…”
SIDE NOTE: For reference, see Tenacious D, “Cock Pushups”
“And from that moment on he never again questioned why he’d always been chosen last in gym class.”
Invisbul headfurst beisbol slyde!!!
“Yet another example of suburban whites’ failure to properly co-opt inner city black culture.”
“With a few kinks in his time machine yet to work out, Billy lands in yet another wrong place at the wrong time.”
Little Ray Ray’s first day without his helmet.
Lunch Money: $2.50
Jump Rope: $5.00
Seeing little Jimmy eat shit while jump roping…: Priceless
Thomas the long-haired eighth grader held it in as long as he could. Poor Jimmy never even knew what hit him. The others received only a faint smell as the sheer force of Thomas’ repressed methanic A-bomb rendered them unconscious.