Dancing in the Rain

[Fatty boom boom]

When I was in the fourth grade, I loved to dance. I danced all day, when I had free time of course. One day, I decided to put boxing gloves on and punch my teacher. I hit her. HARD. She was crying. I started to do my favourite hula dance. The teacher was crying on my face and it was exactly like dancing in the rain, but saltier. Of course this is not where the story ends. After school, I followed my teacher home. She lived in a small semi detached home. I saw her husband and I ran up and punched him in the jaw shattering every tooth on the right side of his mouth. He spit out the shattered remains of his teeth and cried for his mom. Then, I went to my teachers room. I slapped her 12 times before drop kicking her into the wall. She was instantly paralyzed for life. THE END.

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