Sweets and me officially declared ouselves spastic during study week. Loads of crapping, laughing, stoning and very little of studying. In any case, there was dis one time when we were bitching about a Sicko, Weirdo and Psycho. It's all the same person btw. Short name, Sickopsy. We were chanting "Sickopsy" coming up with all sorts of imaginatory situation.

Scenario 1:
Sickopsy walking around school with his hands up in the air, chanting his name, shaking his head.

Scenario 2:
Sickopsy coming down from the Business Canteen steps and tumbling down the stairs. Still chanting. At the end of the stairs, ppl help him up and ask, "Are you alright?". His answer, continuous chanting. Sickopsy girlfriend got embarassed and ran away from that situation. Sickopsy lost his gf.

We hate Sickopsy!!! Dumb bastard who doesn't know he's dumb. Wanna know who Sickopsy is? I'm not gonna tell you. This name is purely for the fun of bitching even in front of Sickopsy. It's a real person mind you, if you're thinking that I'm making this up.

That's one of the few spastic moments that we had. Not to mention the others such as, singing to the sound of the same music playing in Biz Park. Being sad when asked whether we're real spastic. That is truly spastic. N I love my spastic sweets. Sounds like something that can be eaten. Nah.

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