I lived with a girl in my first year on the cheerleading squad.
As well as hating one another, the minute she got her pompoms and uniform she was doing this chant over and over and over and over all the cunting time. I didn't like her anyway, but as soon as that happened I would happily have garrotted her with her own pleated skirt.
( Maladicta, Tue 22 Jul 2008, 18:37, Reply)