YOU STINK!

Yeah, you. You stink! I don't know why. Ya just do. I guess God made you that way. But you don't stink like normal. You stink like old hamburgers or something. It's kinda like a moldy-babboon-buttcrack smell. No, I've never smelled a moldy-babboon-buttcrack before. But if I did, I bet it would smell like you! Do your mom and dad know you stink so bad? Didn't they teach you how to take a bath when you were a baby? Or does everybody in your family just smell like that, so you can't tell that you stink like butter and dead ants? I bet that's it. Your last name must be Funk-Nasty, because you come from the funkiest, nastiest, stankiest family in the whole wide world! Oh my God! Are you crying? I can't believe it! We're in the sixth grade and you're crying! Ha, ha! Sixth grade brat smells like fried rat! Sausage-gut, screws a mutt, stick it in your butt! Hey-- wait! Don't tell the teacher I-- Fine! Go tell on me! See if I care! I might have to sit in the corner, but you still stink!