ltcorbis sat in the lab, chatting to her friends and working. the old ass, saggy ass librarian huffed (dust came out cos she's old as hell), before returning back to her computer.
a few kids in the eighth year came in and spotted there beloved saviour, ltcorbis. one of the "special" kids ruffled his pink tutu.
"sup, ltcorbis?" one of them said. he was gross and peach-fuzz; he looked like a golf club.
people around them started staring at the scene that played out. they wondered what "ltcorbis" was.
"uh–hi." ltcorbis muttered.
"can i have your autograph?" another kid asked.
"shut the fuck up, you scrub." ltcorbis spat. "go fuck your goldfish again, will you?
"autograph pls."
ltcorbis signed his arm.
"weed pls." ltcorbis said.
they left and the kid who got his arm signed got a cast so the autograph got scrubbed (he is also a scrub) off lol. sucks to be that loser.
ltcorbis took the school bus home to the smurf village.
sike.
she teletubbieported to the sMurF villagio. mm italiano.
so ltcorbis got home, saw pedro and lefty hardcore parkouring (sUCC!!!!) on the couch.
also made some spicy meMes.
bilepis pussalini.
portugreaSy.
dickalogba.
