that day we had GED prep class, so only a couple of hours of study in the middle of the day.
I went to school with my skateboard.
I saw this guy try to pick up a slav foid of my class.
she was one of them cunt slav foids that talked non stop in an annoying whispery voice with her
click of other shy slav cunts. she also had a big dog I was sure she was fucking.
an NPC through and through. convo attempts with her or the likes of her were met with a condescending
snicker.
she was rejecting this guy at the entrance to school and he was very pissed. I saw his flirty smile turn to
a rage, as she went from exotic foreigner to unwanted migrant in his context.
this bitch who had never acknowledged my existence looked at me with a look that only says "save me".
she was kind of relieved to see me.
I could have (I was at his back with a skateboard). but I did not want to. I was based even then. before the internet, before the red pill.
when someone shat on me, I was stuck in that moment emotionally. you could call it superior memory.
when he saw me giving 0 fucks and walk on, he became much more vocal and brave.
he called her a cunt, spat on her face and told her to go back to Russia.
I was pretty happy that day.
I went to school with my skateboard.
I saw this guy try to pick up a slav foid of my class.
she was one of them cunt slav foids that talked non stop in an annoying whispery voice with her
click of other shy slav cunts. she also had a big dog I was sure she was fucking.
an NPC through and through. convo attempts with her or the likes of her were met with a condescending
snicker.
she was rejecting this guy at the entrance to school and he was very pissed. I saw his flirty smile turn to
a rage, as she went from exotic foreigner to unwanted migrant in his context.
this bitch who had never acknowledged my existence looked at me with a look that only says "save me".
she was kind of relieved to see me.
I could have (I was at his back with a skateboard). but I did not want to. I was based even then. before the internet, before the red pill.
when someone shat on me, I was stuck in that moment emotionally. you could call it superior memory.
when he saw me giving 0 fucks and walk on, he became much more vocal and brave.
he called her a cunt, spat on her face and told her to go back to Russia.
I was pretty happy that day.
