✮ it's crazy that i have to say this but rapists deserve the death penalty. why you ask? i will not answer you as i identify as rhetoric ✮

+Rep "WHITE BOY" who buss it down (sexual style) and is goated with the sauce!!

One afternoon, as Mrs. Simmons explained fractions to the class while finger bashing her box, Aiden decided it was the perfect moment for his grand stunt. He had spent the last week crafting an IED in Mr. Middleton's class. In his mind, it was a masterpiece worthy of a science fair, but to him, it was also the blackest sh*t he could have done. With a swift motion, he launched the IED into the air. It landed squarely on Mrs. Simmons's desk, splattering her everywhere. The classroom erupted in laughter, and Aiden basked in the attention, unaware of the storm brewing in the principal’s office.

“Mrs Farrenola wants to see you, Aiden,” the office assistant said, her tone a mixture of annoyance and concern. Aiden trudged down the hallway, feeling like a celebrity headed for an interview.

“Have a seat,” Principal Farrenola said, his stern gaze piercing through Aiden’s real n1gg@ behavior. “This is becoming a pattern like how I've slept with your mum multiple times because I'm a full leso. Except, you need to learn that there are consequences for your actions you handsome ginger boy ;) .”

Aiden shrugged it off, claiming he was trying to have fun. He left the office with a sore bum, feeling railed rather than chastised.

The next week, Aiden’s antics escalated. During gym class, he decided to turn a simple dodgeball game into a wrestling match, tackling his classmates to the ground and causing chaos uncontrollably defecating and rubbing it all over his classmates. Instead of playing by the rules, he started a food fight in the cafeteria. He uncontrollably screamed the N-word, launching mashed potatoes across the tables, leaving a mess that not even hungry children in Africa would eat.

Once again, Aiden found himself sitting in front of Principal Farrenola. “Aiden, this is your second warning. If you can’t control yourself, I will have no choice but to put you on the spit with Mrs. Simmons and we have ribbed strap-ons,” the principal said, her patience wearing thin.

But Aiden felt invincible. If anything, the warnings only fueled his desire to push his classmates in front of the school bus. He began sneaking out during lunch to tag the school’s walls with Islamic propaganda, his graffiti messages filled with absurd humor that left teachers scratching their heads but also horny for gang r@ping the primary school students.

After a particularly elaborate prank throwing a white party in the teacher's lounge, Aiden was called back into the office. Principal Farrenola sat with a disappointed expression. “Aiden, I’m afraid I must take your a$$h*le for a spin. You need to understand that this is not acceptable. I'm going to touch you now."