Senior year of high school sucks.
My prom date just informed me that she can no longer go to the prom with me because I don’t have a dune buggy. Fucking dune buggies! I hate them more than anything! The whole fucking year it has been the same thing.
I fucking hate fads. They all drive around in the woods and on the beach in their stupid fucking dune buggies all day and night. Even the fucking school supports this shit! They have a club and get a portion of student funds. They convinced the town that it would be okay to have a small convoy of them go down the main street on prom night. My best fuckin’ mate even got in on it. He can’t understand why I hate the contraptions so much, but all he needs to do is look at how silly he looks! They all dress the same; khaki shorts, horizontal stripped polo shirts, baseball caps with blue tinted sunglasses perched on the bill.
In any other fucking school they would be the losers. In my school, I am. I get called ‘problematic’ by the teachers because I don’t buggy. I get called ‘angsty’ by the buggy crowd and they think I’m hostile and dangerous. They even have a hand sign they flash that means ‘buggies 4 life’ or some stupid shit like that.
Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it! My own mother thinks I’m anti-social because I don’t join the buggy club. She said she would pay to have Dad’s four-wheeler modified to have a roll cage and spongy tires. My own ma?!
Even my older brother is a dune buggy enthusiast from way back. He graduated years ago and still comes home to join the pack every summer during his holiday. His girl sits in the passenger seat of it with a ball cap on, pony tail sticking out the back, chewing gum and raising her hand in the ‘buggy 4 life’ sign, screaming at the other girls in the other buggies as they circle around before building a mother fucking camp fire and roasting wieners and breaking the fuck out the mother fucking guitar singing old songs from folk artists that would roll over in their fucking grave if they knew the likes of the fucking buggy crowd were butchering their songs.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!—Fucking buggies
This article appears in May 20-26, 2010.
That’s the most retarded shit I’ve seen in my life. What the fuck dude. Your school sounds so abnormal.
should be glad she don’t want you to sell out big bucks for a fucking stretch limo and driver. tell her if she wants to get laid by someone driving a buggy, go to find her uncle cletus, again.
Save a beach…burn a buggy !
There you go OP… a slogan you can put on bumper stickers , to help you raise the money for ….. your very own beach buggy !
yeah, seriously. buggies probably shouldn’t be on beaches, esp. if there are known nesting spots of certain birds or habitats of small creatures.
Here is the good news
Many of them will be dead within 10 years after driving drunk, driving recklessly, driving a snowmobile into a tree or some other stupid lemming behaviour.
Doesn’t The Coast have a spam filter?
At least you’re graduating and can leave all that small town horseshit behind.
Daphne was out of your league anyway. I know Velma’s not driving stick anymore, but maybe you can get her to switch teams. Just don’t get sucked into spending prom night at the abandoned fish plant said to be haunted by the ghost of Shubenacadie Pete, the notoriously bloodthirsty pirate.
“Rye don’t Rhow, Raggy!”
I agree with the first response to this. What the fuck?! Hahahaha. This sounds absolutely ridiculous. Like, something trivial you’d read out of a novel kind of ridiculous.
Small towns suck. But I never noticed any 4-wheelin’ clique or dune buggy clique at my school… or any clique related to any retarded vehicle.
what if the brake lines were “accidently” cut : fatal dune buggy collisions +cheezy tux and gown clad revellers = good times 🙂
leave hillbilly hollow now…nice one colonel
hi. you are in highschool. highschool is not reality. highschool is highschool. just let them enjoy their dune buggies and you enjoy whatever you enjoy. it’s all so terribly frustrating, i know, but you are almost done. with the highschool. and then real life can begin, not that you can’t enjoy the real life while in highschool, but it does seem difficult when everyone else is all bla and they are all like, hey, be bla with us or we’ll hate you. let them hate you. they don’t know.
and the girl dumped you as prom date cus you don’t have a dune buggy? lame. what a lame girl. you are better off, you know.
where i live people are all, 4 wheelers! yay, fuckin 4 wheelers. lets ride these fuckin fuckin 4 wheelers all around the neighborhood and make as much noise on them as we can while doing it. let’s make sure that no matter where we are in the neighborhood we can be heard. yay.
whatever. they are just trying to enjoy their lives too. it’s hard to offer advice when it comes to dealing with other people cus i have no idea. tell them what they want to hear always seems to work in calming them.
unfortunately just… you just hit on the point he’s making this is what life to come is all about ; fucking morons grouping together in attempt at fun and woe be tide the malcontent that doesn’t feel the happy; work , relationships, play etc. mob mentality is the way yep join or be cast aside 🙁
I don’t believe this email was written by a high school student. I think it’s some bullshit story written by some struggling writer (struggling…no wonder!).
You turned down a chance to own a dune buggy and ride it around? WTF
yea you might be right EML it does have a certain odour
When did they build a high school on Sable Island? Are the ponies pissed or did they collectively swim off to the Grand Banks?
Dude, just rent one for prom. Nothing beats High School ass except High School Prom ass. You know you want it.
This is like a bad episode of Home Improvement. Oh, right, there were no good ones.
I’m just a prom night dumpster baby…
Is this a real post? wtf and where tf?
LOL WUT?
OK, I’m usually happily out of touch with most of the dumb fads that come and go every few minutes . . . but dune buggies?
Is it 1974 again?
Look, OP, small towns suck, high school sucks, and the combination of both for a bright person who’s 17 or 18 can be unbearable.
Take heart, OP. It’s almost over. Your real life is about to begin. Start planning your escape. Start getting ready for college or university and make a committment to use that as a fresh start.
DON’T go to college in your town–make sure that you go AWAY somewhere for school, even if it is just down the road here in Halifax. Go even further away if you can.
The important thing is to get AWAY from your family, (just for a while, while you find out who you really are) and most importantly get AWAY from all the dorks who think that high school hilarity hi-jinks is the be all and end all.
There is a whole big gigantic AMAZING world out there, FULL of truly interesting people. They are not always easy to find, however, so the next 2-4 years will be a bit of a “quest” for you while you meet all different kinds of people and start making decisions about who you do and don’t want to spend time with, and what you do and don’t want to do with your life.
Good luck, OP, your life awaits. In the meantime, start detaching yourself from the world you are currently in; start rising above it. Try looking at all that small-town ridiculousness as “material” for writing the next chapter of your biography.
is that you ruby jane?
It might be.
; )
sweet, i will say nowt. rawk
Did yer boyz catch any fishies yesterday PG?
Nowt? Sounds like you watch too much Coronation Street PG…lol.
Dr. Who #9s companion asked him why he had a northern accent. His response was “Every planet’s got a north”.
yes… catch and release. everyone had a sweet time. i have watched corrie st for several decades…but i know what is coming
I check the ITV site weekly. Where is this high school located? Did we ever figure that out?
Just show those idiot hicks this page and everyone saying how stupid they all are, then maybe they won’t think you’re so ‘weird’. HEY DUNEHICKS, we all think you’re stupid and weird. Leave this guy alone. And girl that dumped this guy because he didn’t want to participate in the insanity, have fun marrying some cookie cutter douche bag who will make you a stay at home mom and come home and sit on his ass after work and order you around while you pop your 18 different meds like candy. Dare to be different once in a while, it’s a good time.
Someone saw the movie Harold this weekend…
if this is a true story, i would love to attend the festivities…i have a new fangled movie camera. it has only been used on the crows but i could use some new subjects. tards on dune buggies meet paingirl
youtube that shit…
cause you just know someone’s going to get injured.
no way zZz, i’ll keep it for my private collection…so far of which i have nowt
Thats what you get for growing up in hickville…
Shitty deals
dude.. rent a limo and get the driver to follow the buggy convoy.. that’s what I’d do…