John, is that you? Do you remember me? I'm your classmate. I recognized you because of your schizoid shit that you write here. Do you remember how we all urinated in your mug in the third class? And you drank, licked your lips and asked for supplements. And then your father came to take you away, the same janitor who raped the dog and got a suspended sentence for stealing the processed cheese in the store. He entered the class, everyone began to laugh, and you crap under you from shame, and then said that you would hate janitors all your life, but in 9th class, when you went to the raid to beat them, they let you in a circle , then eight seams had to be put on your anus. How are you doing, Johnny?
