bruise some dignity.

I was looking through my envelope of treasured notes today and I found one from my friend Chandler. It was Freshman year during American history... Fifth hour (last period of the day), I remember, and first trimester. Our class was watching a movie... I think on the meat packing industry (very interesting, I recommend you watching it).
It goes something like this:

ChanChan- Hi. do you want anything else besides one Kit-Kat?

Me- Umm, no... Why are you getting me one again? I'm really confused and it's dark.

ChanChan- Because you're my competition and since you became it, my grade has raised in this class. So I'm rewarding you so that you feel that you actually have a purpose in life and go do something drastic like kill someone. And so you can gain some weight because you are really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really skinny.

Me- >=[ RAAWR! I'm not as skinny as I used to be! Dangit!

ChanChan- Christ, you must have been like the skinniest person ever.

Me- ...Shut up.

PENNY SAVING TIP: If you're really skinny, don't help anyone.