Ugh Friday the 13th can suck my balls!

I wanted to throw myself down the stairs and put myself out of my misery!
I think my ears hurt from hearing so much talk about numbers!
It was like I was at an auction house or in an mathathetes competition!!
And getting glares from Derp because he would ask me questions and expect me to be wrong.
I am never wrong.
He was still upset with me because I told and showed him proper procedure when running for me!
“Battle cars!”
What the fuck does that even mean?!
Rescue me!!!

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