Him: "You're gay". Me: "So is your mom." Him: "But then how did she have me?" Me: "You were adopted." Rekt. [spoiler]This was 4th grade.[/spoiler]

Was talking with a friend and my ex girlfriend. My friend asked on a scale of 1 to 10 how nice we were to people. She said my friend was a 9 and I was a 2. I responded with. "Bìtch your haircut is why you're a solid 3" I ended her career

This person [spoiler]who's 12[/spoiler] gets on his brothers account and sends me 'hey bitch its (guys psn name)'s little bro.' So I said 'hey kid' all he said after that was ' .-. ' I said 'rekt and mate' like check and mate ha.. Ha-ha...heh. No? Ok..

I said someone smelled bad. They went into a chronic depression which lead them to quit their job, divorce their spouse, and take up a heavy addiction to drugs. They were forced to sell their body for money to feed their drug addiction and fell into a steep despair, killing themselves leaving behind 3 children from being a prostitute. The children watched as they jumped off a 6 story building from their last client. lol i rekt them gud.

Some kid: You failed! Me: So did your dads condom

Kid calls me dumb. I say "no u." Win.

In 3rd grade I explained to another peer who would sometimes try and pick on me for being brown and thusly being good at video games/efficient in technology (this actually was very mean, as what third grader knows how to affront racial stereotype directed assaults?) This was one of those personally decisive rekts that formatively lead to the conclusion that I wasn't going to take shit from anyone else ever. [b]Chapter 1: Seven Rambles[/b] We had a computers class in my elementary school, the classroom was actually right next to the main office, as it was likely the most expensive thing beholden to our schools name aside from the mascot suit (a bald eagle), it wasn't until later that education reform would actually really kick in, granting our high-score-testing school sufficient funding to buy some seriously ridiculous bullshit. The computers room was great, (the class was actually fantastic over my elementary school career; the teacher like literally got pregnant every other year, so we had these really weird "hip" substitute teachers who in reality didn't actually know a single shit about computers) tables were pushed as far back against the wall as they'd go, while still granting ample spinning clearance for swivel chairs (chairs that were also rides: yet another staple of the computers room). 24 cpu less monitors, iMac G3s with light blue shells, were spaced evenly, three to table. In third grade the kid who sat next to me was someone I thought was my friend, I guess you think everyone is your friend in elementary school, e.g. I used to draw all these hilariously bad and packed with nerd reference "comics" for this girl, and well myself too really, it was fun. We were friends, she really seemed to enjoy reading an epic saga and watching me honing my artistic prowess, her older brother drew these ridiculous demons, he went on to work at blizzard, so I guess in retrospect she understood what artists were like and was more familiar how to react then with others. We laughed a lot together and she helped me brainstorm and even sometimes revise comics. In middle school I entirely disappeared to her, new friends new tier of popularity (to be fair childish hand drawn comics don't really pay the popularity bills). She ultimately became very very popular, I was one of those kids that talked to everyone though, but I wouldn't consider myself a "popular kid" I guess we were all "friends" in middle school too, (no one was fighting over their first girlfriend/boyfriend yet), so I'd talk to her friends, we rode the bus back home and lived in the same neighborhood, but we weren't friends, we didn't acknowledge that we really ever were. Oh my god, point made everyone is your friend until they're not. [u]back to the rektening.[/u] [b]Chapter 2: Seven Spits Fire[/b] The computers teacher would leave constantly, who knows, she was probably on some terrifying cycle trying to conceive yet another paid leave. When she left everyone who could bypass admin settings were on the web being hip on Google, in my third grade class I was the only one who did this, my peers would often swivel up and we'd play bugdom or other easily accessible on system games that were otherwise admin locked, taking turns or sometimes they'd just watch me play. I was very very good at video games as a child. The kid who sat next to me was not a fan of my crowd or my proficiency with stupid technology. So he told me one day that, "I was just some annoying tech support nerd with no friends besides the computer. So I told him; "It's a good thing that I'm tech support, maybe some of it will rub off on you otherwise what's your plan? You're really bad with computers, but you're even worse at real life, you better start learning one of the two. I'm good at imputing button presses and fighting the computer because it's easy, the fact that this is a thing that you can't easily do just tells me you're incapable. So now your mad about it? That's a pretty bad way to make friends," I then pressed my hand up to my computer monitor and nodded, "the computer agrees."

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I've thrown someone into a fire pit if your asking.

In my freshman year of high school,I used to break into some kid's locker and steal his lunch everyday. He would then come into the cafeteria to see me eat half his lunch