To the girl who stole my car among other thing your nothing but a fat piece of greasy white trash. I’m sick of seeing you at school and sick of your threats. Nobody thinks your pretty you talk like a man and your face would require three tubes of clearsil just to get all the grease off. You think your so hard when your with your little group of hood rats but your all ugly and nobody respects you. As far as I’m concerned I hope you get run over by a car because you think your so slick that the cars will stop for you! You actually think people want to see you in your fake apple bottoms! Apparently your a cheerleader but who would possible want to see you in a skimpy outfit your absolutely hideous.
This article appears in Mar 27 – Apr 2, 2008.
your= something belonging to youyou’re= short for “you are”.Seriously. Basic grammar.If it makes you feel better, this is going to be the high point in this girls life. I know more than a few people that peaked in high school. Pretty awesome to live for HS reunions.