Quote Originally Posted by ibreakthings
This week has sucked for me. It was one of those weeks that you wish you had just been sick so you could have stayed home.

On monday I wake up to my mom telling me about how she found some lighter in the couch, in the basement. I havn't gotten ahold of a lighter in a long time, and I defenitely 100 % sure did not have or put a lighter in the basement. So I was in trouble for that.

On Tuesday, and Wednesday, my mom picks me up from school and says my eyes are red. I wasn't even stoned, and that pisses me off when I get in trouble for something I wish I was doing.

Then thursday, my mom picks me up again and decides that I smell massively of "pot". Now, my mom has no clue what it smells like. She said it smells like wet, old socks. I had just been running around and riding my bike so I had been a bit smelly and sweaty, maybe I did smell like "wet socks". But defenitely not like weed. I dont know wtf is wrong with my mom, she even has a cold so she wouldn't even be able to smell. Shes been such a bitch this week.

Today, me and my friend were dipping/chewing whatever you guys wanna call it. We have been doing it for like 3 months, all trimester. Every day we just walk through a hallway to go to a different bathroom because everyone's using the lunch bathrooms.

So, we get in there, take out the can and put in a dip. I usually take a shit while I'm dipping because it feels good to shit after 4 periods. My friend realized he left his book in the lunchroom so he left to go get it. He got back in like 2 minutes. So we are just sitting there talking, and then he waves his hand under the stall to tell me to stop talking.

I guess to act like we were just shitting, he says "ahhhhh I've been waiting to let that out for 5 periods" lol. Then I look under the stall and I dont see anyone standing in the bathroom so I'm like dude, no ones here.

About 10 seconds later, some fucking dude knocks on the stall and says "come on out you guys". I was fucking freaked out of my mind because some dude just appeared outta nowhere, and was apperently watching me take a shit. I guess he's the dude who makes sure people don't walk around during lunch.

So I spit out my dip as fast as I can and he keeps knocking and keeps saying to come out. I say, "sir, I'm shitting right now can you please go away" and he says "no your not I saw you standing next to the toilet". Now isn't that just a little fucked up, some administrator watching me in the bathroom? I actually did have my fucking pants down. The only way he coulda seen me standing there for a while was if he had been spying on us for 5 minutes.

I wash out my mouth real fast with my gatorade and walk outta the stall. Its this guy named Hanz... hes like the lunchladyman. He asked me my name but I said it so that he couldn't understand it. He asks what I was doing......and I was like wtf "sir I was wiping my butthole". He asked me why I was standing up, and I said because thats how I wipe my asshole. He went into the stall and looked around, I guess lookin for dip or something. He also got up real close to me like real close. He was prolly trying to smell my breath. My friend was outside because the dude just told him to leave.

Damn that was gay... I cant beleive people watch me in the bathroom. at school. I should write a letter and get that guy fired his ass


very well covered and u held your cool nice one man! lol but yeah that is real fucked up u shiuld have made a big thing about it and called him a pertert trying to whatch u goin toilet seriously man complain to the head or wotever that is BAD u could have him done for sexual harrasment do it! even if u didnt get him arrested he would stay away from you from then on .

also whats dipping/chewing? like i dont get wot kind of drugs u guys were doin?
chisme Reviewed by chisme on . Wtf....Close Calls all week This week has sucked for me. It was one of those weeks that you wish you had just been sick so you could have stayed home. On monday I wake up to my mom telling me about how she found some lighter in the couch, in the basement. I havn't gotten ahold of a lighter in a long time, and I defenitely 100 % sure did not have or put a lighter in the basement. So I was in trouble for that. On Tuesday, and Wednesday, my mom picks me up from school and says my eyes are red. I wasn't even stoned, and Rating: 5