Originally Posted by
Torrid13
In the 4th grade, there was this kid named Philip Henderson. He ALWAYS picked on me...called me ugly, tripped me, etc etc. He had a bowl cut.
Anyway, one day I was drinking some water at the fountain, and he comes up behind me and shouts, "HEY FAT TORRIE! DON'T DRINK ALL THE WATER YOU WHALE!!"
So, I calmly stepped back from the fountain, punched him in the face, and called him a p*ssy. I hit him so hard I split his nostrils and they detached from the lower part of his face.
Did I get in trouble?
Of course not.
My parents praised me (because I would come home crying everyday), and the school faculty thought he was lying because I looked so sweet.
CHA-CHING!