class is boring

killer: 8th grade. i'm back in 8th grade.

jammin: so did you hear what study hall i am in?

killer: maybe we could hold hands at recess

jammin: or even hug by your locker

killer: oh risky! but as long as i won't be tardy...

jammin: so are your rents gone for the weekend

killer: yeah, maybe we can sip drinks from the liquor cabinet and kiss with our tongues

jammin: dave told me to give you a note, but the teacher caught us passing it so we had to read it in front of the class. it said hi.