Thread:StampylongNoah/@comment-39615662-20190820034223/@comment-37352765-20190820044342

1. It's called a Golf Club. (Granted that still sounds bad)

2, That's surprisingly relatable, considering this story that I will tell you now.

Back in my 8th Grade I accidentally swung my lunchbox into the face of a certain short stack who had a 3-Year long grudge with me after I accidentally punched him in the face years prior.

Anyways, I swing my lunchbox in his face so what does he do? Nothing much, just

PILEDRIVES ME STRAIGHT INTO THE LINOLEUM.

The cafeteria goes dead silent as my screams of agony echo off of ugly red brick walls. A minute later, I'm carried out of the lunchroom in a Wheelchair.

About an hour after that, my mom takes me to the ER, to the suprise of everyone for me to be in tip-top shape.

The school INSISTS that I go back in after reviewing the footage, only to get the same result.

TL:DR; I'M INVINCIBLE.