Second in the series of five proudest moments. WARNING: very strong language and violence. Read at your own risk.
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I remember the day I trashed a brand new classroom at Shermer High. It was the day after a particularly shitty night at the Bender household. But then, when isn't the Bender household particularly shitty?
Stupid worthless
The teacher screamed. She tried to restrain me—about as effective as a pussycat in front of a steamroller. Because, goddammit, I was in a rage and nobody could stop me.
no good god
Another desk, another notebook. Some kid wetting his pants. Silly fuck.
damned freeloading
I ripped all the pretty wallpaper down. Floating hearts and stars and rainbows—who the fuck cares about a dreamy never-never land? The Care Bears creep me out anyway.
son of a bitch
Slammed a jock against the wall. He tried to stop me...tried being the operative term.
retarded big
Hey, kid, I don't care about your nice clothes and pencils and perfect homework. Go crying home to your goddamned mother and hope to hell she's nothing like my mother. Got that?
mouth know it
Now get the hell out of my way.
all asshole jerk You forgot ugly
Well, hello, ladies. You like seeing this? You like seeing the fucking criminal on campus on a rampage? Is it more attractive than watching all those fucking athletes fuck each other over on the field? Can't get enough testosterone, huh? Does it turn you on?
lazy and disrespectful Shut up
And you, sir. Asshole. You can shove your authority up your goddamned ass.
bitch Go fix me a turkey
Besides, you're not the one with the switchblade, eh? I'm the criminal, I'm wild, I'm on the edge.
pot pie What about
Get it? Not. Afraid. To use. The knife.
you Dad?
Oh, shit. Was that a window? Not sure.
Fuck you!
Fuck, it hurts. Hey, kid, does this look like blood to you? Does it? Is there a lot of it?
No, Dad, what about
Not like it...matters. I'm just John Bender, the criminal. I don't count. I don't exist, and it certainly doesn't matter to any of you that I'm bleeding to death all over the lawn after jumping out a window. Fuck off.
you? Fuck you!
I said fuck off.
No, Dad, what
Jerks...
about you?
Fuck you!