When I was in 4th grade, there was this boy who rode my bus. He was mentally retarted or something. And God, was he annoying. So one day, after we got off the bus (he lived in my neighborhood too), his annoyance became unbearable, so I picked up a rock and threw it at his head. Needless to say, he started bleeding all over the place and he ran home. When confronted, I said I hadn't ridden the bus that day....
Posted on 29.07.2011, 12:56:28 CET