You are not funny.
You are not cool.
Ecstacy doesn't make you cool, it makes you an asshole.
Punk rock is dead.
Candy/Kandi/Kandy/Candi is fucking stupid. If you wear it, you are a whore.
If I call you a whore, I mean it, I am not playing. You are a whore.
Shut the fuck up in class, some of us need to pass.
Fuck Coogi. You like like a moron.
Learn to close a fucking door. It is 30 fucking degrees outside, didn't your mom teach you that you're letting the fucking cold air out?
Pull. Your. Fucking. Pants. Up.
Goth is dead. I repeat, Goth is dead.
Wearing smeared eyeliner isn't unique, its retarded.
Don't fucking break into the auditorium to fuck/get stoned/smoke/piss, etc. Me and Mr Aprea are going to start patrolling that shit with mic stand batons. Fuckers.
Stand still in the fucking hallway, and I will mow you down.
Stop singing in class. Stop it. No seriously. Stop it. You suck.
Drugs and school don't mix. Pick one. Do one on the hours you aren't doing the other.
Skipping class is wasting everyone's time.
Stinkbombs, wtf? WHAT THE FUCK?
Okay, the lights go out, this is not your "act like a retard" pass.
Doing dumb shit was funny in 7th grade. Grow the hell up.
Cut the petty drama bullshit out guys, seriously.
Make sure you have deodorant on before leaving the house. You fucking stink.
Whoever the hell does the announcements needs to get a phoenetic dictionary.
Don't fucking hoot and holler in the hallway.
Oh you want to be a model? How cute.
Oh you want to be a photographer? How cute.
Oh you want to be a fashion designer? How cute.
Oh you want to be a rapper? How cute.
Stop wearing tshirts with phrases. They were funny when we were 12. We are no longer 12.
Stop asking for picture comments.
Nightmare Before Christmas is a great movie, but do you need 3,000 articles of clothing dedicated to it? Really?
Your tattoos are probably very, very shitty. Do not show me them. I will not lie to you.

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