During first break at my school, I heard this stacy blabbering to her e-boy chad boyfriend about how some autistic kid with the oneitis was trying to talk to her while she was cleaning up some coffee she spilled at her work. She mentioned feeling sorta bad for him because it's pretty damn obvious that he hasn't talked to anyone in years. E-boy fag says that he doesn't feel shit because apparently it was the autist's fault. Chads think that we're here of our own volition, because that makes a lot of damn sense.
