So let me tell you a fcking story on how I got bullied because I was posh in England..
Yes I'm posh and I'm bloody admitting it.
I wont say which school I was in because only a stupid twat would do that.
My Grandad was posh and he got married to a chinese woman who stayed in Manchester which is my Grandma.
We dont have butlers tho in the house.
Suprisingly I didnt watch Winnie the Pooh so..
If you're wondering where I am now,
I'm in my Grandparents house in Macclesfield, Cheshire.
AND I'M TYPING THIS ON MY COUSINS LAPTOP IN 2AM IN THE MORNING YOLO..
So there was this bitch and she asked
Are you posh?
And I stood quiet for 30 seconds before I said yes
and she was like
OMG A POSH KID LOOK AT HER HAHAH LOL!! ]The new kid is freaking posh!!
And for a whole 2 months I was called the posh kid and was bullied for it
I was also that kid that would always have to pay a pound due to my excessive cursing
Omg jesus christ wtf
then the nun would be like
August J. Hatter DO NOT USE THE LORDS NAME WITH UNHOLY WORDS
and I think
Urgh I hope you go to hell which is not possible unless you killed yourself
hey dont judge, I had to pay 5 pounds once
They all so sensitive
And due to my excessive cursing, they came to conclude that I was a bad example to the students and they kicked me out.
I was like
Fuck yeah, I'm out bishes *sweg*
My dad was like
Youre bloody dead tonight you peasant *Godzilla mode*
And thats how I got the silent treatment until now.
I feel like stealing cookies from the kitchen because I'm feeling peckish but its 2 AM and I'm lazy and I want to sleep.
Kbai
