Book of my random thoughts

Bored In Class

Soo boredddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.

Humming a song while I write this. It goes a bit lke this:

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There is an old tradition, a game we all can play,

 You start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade, 

You take a shot of whisky and you grab your knife and pray

 And this is what you say...

 Oh I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop

 And if I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off 

And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out

But all the same I play this game 'cause that's what its all about!

You cannot use a pencil, you cannot use a pen

 The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend

 And some may call it stupid, some may call it dumb

 But all the same we play this game 'cause it's just so damn fun

 Oh I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop

If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off 

And if I hit my fingers the blood will soon come out

But all the same I play this game 'cause that's what it's all about

Oh chop chop chop chop chop chop, i'm picking up the speed

And if i hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed

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(Ya I know this was in a previous chapter, but that wasn't the full song and I have this stuck in my head. I've also been playing five finger fillet and I sing this way too often tbh.)

Thanks for 26 reads guys! I never knew that this would be more popular than my actual story (WHYYYYYYYYYYY!!! MY OTHER STORY ONLY HAS THIRTEEN READDSSSSS) (-_-)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)( ‾ʖ̫‾)(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง