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Quoted By: >>3023611
>I was only 9 years old. I loved Eric and Dylan so much.
>I had all of the memes and weapons.
>I pray to Eric and Dylan every night, Thanking them for shooting up Columbine.
>"Columbine is love" I say, "Columbine is life."
>My dad hears me and calls me a "jew." I knew he was jealous,
>of my devotion for the shooters. I called him a "nigger."
>He took my memes and sent me to bed. I'm crying, whlist memeless.
>I lay in bed with my two cum-covered Eric and Dylan Waifu Pillows.
>I see the flashing colors of light-up skechers in my peripheral vision,
>and hear the sound of a glock loading.
>It's Eric and Dylan! I'm so happy! Eric whispers in my ear,
>"I'm gonna make Columbine look like a fucking joke."
>I pack my pistols and clips in my Finding Nemo backpack, as they take me to an all-gays school.
>Dylan tosses me a loaded AR7. I'm ready!
>We burst open the doors in trench coats, blasting Pumped-Up Kicks dubstep at 130 decibels.
>We spray n' pray every faggot in the building, sending homos to hell, all at once.
>It felt so wrong, but did it for the memes. They tried defending themselves by building a fort out of shit-covered dildos,
>but silver bullets pierce through rubber, like jet fuel melts steel beams.
>We arrived at the special ed room. We shot all the fag-tards down, as they squealed and moaned in agony.
>An autistic weeaboo attacks us by trying to throw ninja-star fidget spinners at us.
>His tard strength is too strong.
>I ignite and throw my frag grenade with Lightning Mcqueen stickers on the projectile. It blows up the whole room.
>Everyone's bowels passes and the whole school starts to smell like onions.
>We saw the last survivor fucking a tard's anus.
>He dies with his dick stuck inside. The dubstep stops.
>Eric and Dylan looked at me straight in the eyes, and at the same time said, "It's all ogre now."
>Eric and Dylan use their skecher jet air heelies to fly away.
>I cry in joy, then sleep on a puddle of cum and blood.
>Columbine is love, Columbine is life.
>I had all of the memes and weapons.
>I pray to Eric and Dylan every night, Thanking them for shooting up Columbine.
>"Columbine is love" I say, "Columbine is life."
>My dad hears me and calls me a "jew." I knew he was jealous,
>of my devotion for the shooters. I called him a "nigger."
>He took my memes and sent me to bed. I'm crying, whlist memeless.
>I lay in bed with my two cum-covered Eric and Dylan Waifu Pillows.
>I see the flashing colors of light-up skechers in my peripheral vision,
>and hear the sound of a glock loading.
>It's Eric and Dylan! I'm so happy! Eric whispers in my ear,
>"I'm gonna make Columbine look like a fucking joke."
>I pack my pistols and clips in my Finding Nemo backpack, as they take me to an all-gays school.
>Dylan tosses me a loaded AR7. I'm ready!
>We burst open the doors in trench coats, blasting Pumped-Up Kicks dubstep at 130 decibels.
>We spray n' pray every faggot in the building, sending homos to hell, all at once.
>It felt so wrong, but did it for the memes. They tried defending themselves by building a fort out of shit-covered dildos,
>but silver bullets pierce through rubber, like jet fuel melts steel beams.
>We arrived at the special ed room. We shot all the fag-tards down, as they squealed and moaned in agony.
>An autistic weeaboo attacks us by trying to throw ninja-star fidget spinners at us.
>His tard strength is too strong.
>I ignite and throw my frag grenade with Lightning Mcqueen stickers on the projectile. It blows up the whole room.
>Everyone's bowels passes and the whole school starts to smell like onions.
>We saw the last survivor fucking a tard's anus.
>He dies with his dick stuck inside. The dubstep stops.
>Eric and Dylan looked at me straight in the eyes, and at the same time said, "It's all ogre now."
>Eric and Dylan use their skecher jet air heelies to fly away.
>I cry in joy, then sleep on a puddle of cum and blood.
>Columbine is love, Columbine is life.
