Chris & Ricky
How We Met
The way Chris and I met was fairly simple. We both went to Statesboro High School (see Hellview) and we both just happened to take this class taught by Mrs. Webb beginning on 7 August 2002.
Psychology
The class was cool. The students were lame. Even then before we had gotten over being complete morons, we were lightyears beyond their meager comprehension.
There was Will, who was so fucking stupid that he conjugated ADJECTIVES. He was in a college version of psychology and would spend half of every lesson explaining to Mrs. Webb how her class was shit and his college course was better. I'm sure she hated him. I know I did. Will was also the type to go to footballs games and wear nothing but jeans with a big fucking letter on his stupid chest. Stupid jock-wannabe asshole. I wish I had a scanner. Pictures of him from the yearbook of being a stupid jock-wannabe asshole would be here.
There was Shane. Shane was cool. He was singular in that nature (as Chris and myself had transcended to "awesome" by that point). Shane gave us the art that is “psht.”
There was Brown. Her real name was Jenna. We called her brown because she wore brown a lot. Makes sense. She was hot. Really hot. I wanted to have sex with her on a daily basis. Turns out I didn't have sex with her at all. That's lame.
There was the other Will, too. His personality sucked, but I can't remember how exactly. Now that I think about it, a lot of people named Will sucked in Statesboro. This guy, Will A...well, that's another story.
Whoa ho. Then there was Laura. Goddamn dyke bitch if I ever met one*, and with the mental capacity of a starving Lemur. She was Chris's arch nemesis and rival. She thought she knew it all. We did.
Mrs. Webb was awesome. Her class was interesting and she let me and Chris do whatever the hell we wanted to. We practically ran that class. Literally we could come in and say “We have this cipher we want to teach the class” she'd put her own lesson plans aside and let us do our thing. Awesome. How many teachers let you take over their rooms? Yeah. One. And it's Mrs. Webb.
That leads into something else: ciphers. We discovered we had a mutual love for codes and ciphers. So, being geniuses, we fucking created our own that has, to date, not been cracked by anyone at all. We used to go into class and give them hundreds of examples only to have them completely fuck everything up. Stupid fucks.
One time in psychology we had this stupid “sex wars” bullshit where the males and females of the class divided into two groups and came up with ten things each for the other group to do. We had stuff like fucking karate and shit like that. They wanted us to put on panty hose. What the fuck kind of competition is that? We kicked their asses, as it should be. However, we let them win because Laura wouldn't shut the fuck up. I believe the final talley was 10-10 or something. Basically we destroyed the results that were “supposed to” happen. Which leads up to the fact that we basically erased every scientific study ever done on anything. Every single experiment we did in class practically went the opposite way of the way studies said they should happen, probably because of Chris and myself personally. We rock.
I noticed that I didn't actually write anything about how we met and became friends, I just instead made fun of everyone else. Heh.
*Edit: Laura has since gotten ridiculously hot. She's probably still a bitch, though.