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I really hate preps with a fiery, hellish passion.

Why? Because they walk around listening to their crappy rap songs and going around in their stupid pink polos carting around arm fulls of cheerleaders or jocks every which way they go! They move in herds where ever they go be it the movies, the mall or school!

Also, whoever is most popular in the group, everyone acts like them and mimics their personality like little lost puppies. You know, they are a lot like zombies. I bet if you killed the most popular one they’d all die too!

And cheerleaders! OH GOD the cheerleaders… I never knew there was a training program for prostitutes. They gossip around the school almost as fast as they sleep around with all the guys in school! Yeah, stupid prep cheerleaders…I bet all that flipping around and cheering is really easy when they have a little baby in their gut who’s dad is a guy they met only once! Oh wait, they won’t have to deal with that thanks to good ol’ fashioned abortion. Way to go future whores of America! We salute you.

Lets not forget about the jocks and their tag-a-long friends now! They are a lot like dogs actually… you throw a ball and they all chase after it fighting over and bring it back to the pompous old jock called the coach. Oh, you won state? In what? 1956? Your losing streak is almost as big as the brown stains on your jock strap and oh dear god lets hope its dirt. Jocks walk around like they’re hot shit until they knock a girl up, get caught in a car accident or get kicked off the team because of being caught with drugs.

I hate preps. Insanely and irrationally. But, I think I’ll start to like them when they will be pumping the gas into my car after high school. Waving pom-poms and playing sports really pays off when you have to work at a gas station.