When I was in the 1st grade. These guys' taught me what gay meant. They told me it was liking guys. So, me being a girl and only having a partial definition, I was like." does that make me gay? I like boys" they started laughing and never told me anything. I walked around saying I was gay in, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade. and I was frequently laughed at and I thought It was funny too. Until i told my mom.
One night, it was dark and rainy, and i ran over a fourteen years old kid. Now he is in a coma, and i later found out that he is an orphan. I go visit him every day, and nobody knows if he'll wake up or not. In the meantime my wife and i adopted him.
When I was little my family cursed around me. Once my dad was on the phone and called someone a mother****er. Not knowing what this word meant, later that night when my family was sleeping and I was wide awake, my dad walked into my room and I yelled, "SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!". I was grounded for 4 weeks. #NotMyFaultHypocrite
When I was 13 my brother started being mean to me so me and my best friend decided to give him pay back. We peed in cups and poured it all over his pillow, that night he slept on his pillow but kept complaining that it smelt funny, I blamed my dog, my brother still hasn't found out.