Jr. High kids are the only reason we've ever considered commiting suicide. They all smell like that one Badger Burrito that somehow managed to survive in a filing cabnet for an entire school year, summer vacation, and beyond (it might even still be there). Yet they aren't even a fraction as cool as Badger Borrito.
SCREW YOU, KIDS. PLUS, THAT BURRITO TASTED LIKE SHIZ BEFORE WE LEFT IT TO ROT FOR OVER A YEAR AND YOU'RE STILL NOT NEARLY AS COOL AS IT EVEN NOW.
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