once in 5th grade the teacher asked me a question in math class and i was so stressed out that i literally fainted. I dropped on the ground and all the kids freaked out and the ambulance had to come and i was sick for like a week afterwards.
This sums up my relationship with math.
why is this dude wasting his fucking money on cigs when hes not gonna smoke em your fucking metaphor isnt worth that much homie get a job
people who bite ice cream with their front teeth are on a whole different level