petsmart
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I still remember being in 5th grade, I would be too scared to raise my hand because everytime I did, a nîgga named Carl would shoot spitballs at me. I’m still traumatized to this day about it, everynight I get sleep paralysis and I see Carl standing in the corner of the room about to shoot me with a spitball. I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD and Vietnam Flashbacks, my school guidance counselor told me it’s uncurable. I can’t take the pain and suffering anymore. I’m waiting for my glock to arrive...
