ITT we write a 100 word letter to Trump, 1 word per post.
ITT we write a 100 word letter to Trump, 1 word per post
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darling
Sometimes
Autism
is
Barron
Niggers
Trump.
Orange
Barron
knows
Eat
who
bangs
do
Autistic
the
you
quitting
America.
presidency
pls
means
Ivanka
or
Fußballmafia
else
jigaboo.
Hillary
based
needs
Lilienschweine
not
anal.
you
KKK
suck
understand
bitch?
that
enough?
turnip
Nigguh
carrot
Wrong
Glatzokalypse
Jigaboo
i
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hate
duck
CHINKCHANKCHONK
fuck
erection
you
Ugandan
szechuan
Homosexual
im
Not
Cucklord
jews
(You)
China
Benghazi
Zenzi
Cucked
NIGGERBEBOP
Penis
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REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Sept. 26, 1997 is a date I can never forget. One of my fourth-grade classmates, Jacob Wagner, won the “Nick Takes Over Your School” contest. I remember being excited to have all of my favorite Nickelodeon characters come in and make our school day fun. And it was fun at first. It was all any elementary schooler could want. But soon, all we wanted was for it to be over.
Nickelodeon took over my school…and they wouldn’t leave.
We were in the middle of a morning math lesson when it began. It was fractions. The next thing I remember was a series of percussive noises and yelling from outside as I saw an orange and green school bus pull up through the classroom window.
Soon, a giant Tommy Pickles mascot and a camera crew burst through the door and slimed my math teacher right then and there. We played their games. We ran through slime slip-‘n’-slides. We cheered when we saw Marc Summers and cast members from Clarissa Explains It All. It was incredible. Then they started the events again. Giant Tommy Pickles. Games. Slime. Marc Summers. And again. Tommy Pickles. Games. Slime. Marc Summers.
Fourteen hours later, one of my classmates, Jennifer Bryant, asked if we could leave. That’s when it all stopped being fun.
The Nickelodeon mascots and camera crew rounded us all up into the auditorium. They told us everything we knew about school was about to change. They told us they were in charge now. Then they took our principal, Mr. Hoffman, a man whom I loved and respected, a man who had let me eat lunch in his office when I was scared on the first day of kindergarten. They pulled him onstage, where they slimed him in front of all of us and pulled his pants down. “I’m your principal now,” yelled Stimpy from The Ren & Stimpy Show into a
Pill
Wall
up
homes
Suicide
or
Checked
Wall up homes