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She roasted me using nothing but a Venn DiagramYou guys remember Sophie, right?Venn diagram girl?The girl that I roasted using nothing but a Venn Diagram?Well, as it turned out, she got her sweet revenge on me before we graduated and went to different colleges.You see, we have the same PE Block. Not the same PE class, but we do PE at the same time. And our teachers decided to split the classes up into teams for a round-robin indoor soccer tournament because it was end of term and all. All eight PE classes were in the giant gym.So, inevitably my team was seeded to play against Sophie’s. This was right after she found out about the Venn Diagram answer, and she was mad. Mad that such an epic roast was publicized for the world to see.So I decided to use that to my advantage.She kicked the ball at my face so I just caught it with my hands and yeeted it to piss her off. That gave her a free kick or a penalty shot or whatever they call it. And it was right at goal. I can’t believe that I valued annoying Sophie more than I did the score of the game. But I had a trick up my sleeve.As she poised herself to take the shot at the goal, I said to her“Hey Sophie… Remember when I roasted you using nothing but a Venn diagram?”Upon hearing the fateful words (‘Venn diagram’) she froze up, and therefore missed her shot.The game continued, and she ran for the ball, cussing me out under her breath. It was a high scoring game and a small court. I even managed to score from goalie once.There were like two minutes left, and the scores were tied up. I was goalie.Those two minutes got soaked up pretty quickly, with no scoring from either side. Before I knew it, there were ten seconds left on the clock. And a very angry Sophie was charging at my goal with the ball.Now, Sophie played soccer. I did not. Sophie also had the advantage of not having to worry about being hit right in the nose by an overinflated soccer ball. I choked.She faked a shot with her left foot, and that was almost enough to send me diving in that direction. But then I realized she was faking it and went to dive right.Only problem is, my legs weren’t working nearly as fast as my brain. I tripped over my own legs and went splat on the ground. The ball shot into the goal a split second later.I was humiliated. Sophie had won. I wish that was where it ended. But after the roasting I gave her with that Venn diagram, she wouldn’t have stopped there.I swear I was getting Deja Vu back to that fateful English class.Sophie went up to the PE teacher and said“Hey, can I get your clipboard for a second?”The teacher obliged. Sophie said“Hey, Ethan, you’re gonna wanna see this.”“Just make it quick, Sophie” I rolled my eyes.She drew one circle on the paper that was attached to the clipboard.“You see this circle, Ethan?” She said tantalizingly slow, almost as if to taunt me “This circle here represents things that you are good at."Then she drew another circle on the piece of paper, as far away from the first circle as she could.“Now this second circle, Ethan? That second circle represents soccer.”And then she dabbed on me. And everyone from our English class went ballistic.Karma’s a bitch, and her name is Sophie. I’m gonna miss her next year though.

Army Boi TimeI wake up. It’s a Monday morning, and for the sake of this hypothetical, I go to my mailbox for the first time in years. I see a letter addressed to me. A real official-looking letter. It says this.Ethan JamesYour country needs you. No, not Australia, the Netherlands. World War 3 just started because PewDiePie said the N-word without an N-word pass again. T-Series got mad and India declared war on Sweden, and by extension, the entire European Union. Please help us, Ethan James, you’re my only hope.P.S. I know it sounded like you have a choice, but you don’t. Come to fight for the European Union or we’ll extradite you and throw you in Dutch jail, you pathetic draft-dodger.Sincerely, all of HollandI’m kind of shocked. Scratch that, I’m very shocked. But ain’t nothing stopping Ethan motherfucking James from staying in character. I write back instantly.Dear all of Holland.You see this circle?This circle represents responsibilities that I will be ignoring.And this circle?This circle represents my mandatory military service in the Dutch Armed Forces. You’ll be seeing me soon.So I say bye to my family. Tell Quora I’ve got some warring to do.Then I call all my friends and tell them what’s up.They’ll be sad, but not big big sad. Just regular sad. I’ll say bye to them and be glad that I don’t have a girlfriend, cause military girlfriends cheat on their boyfriends all the time while they get shot at.So I’d go on my flight to Amsterdam. Bring my best friend to the airport cause if I die I’ll wanna have no regrets.I’d go to board my plane and hopefully she’d be like“Good luck” and then I’d reply“I make my own luck.” and grin at her. If I died at war, I’d want the last words she ever heard from me to be reflective of me as a person.So I get to Amsterdam and go straight to basic training. I sit in a chair in a room, surrounded by anti-T-Series propaganda. Then I realise what the chair’s for.“nooooo, no, don’t cut my hair!” I scream. But they do it anyways. I’m a skinhead now and I hate myself.So I throw myself into basic training. It’s tough, but it’s all I have now. I do sit ups and pushups and obstacle courses and weapons training just like all the other grunts.Till one day some guy tries to test me and the whole barracks see my true power.Some Dutchie throws a plate at my head in the mess hall and says“You’re not a real Dutchman! You don’t even speak Dutch. Go home!” I get very mad at this. I storm up to the guy, paper and pen in hand.“I was born in this country, same as all of you. If you’ve got a problem with my Aussie accent, take it up with me right here, right now.”Some foolish guy tries and seals his own fate. I bust my secret weapon out.“You see this circle, motherfuckers?This circle represents shit that will help us win this war.And this circle?This circle represents all you guys’ stupid gatekeeping and elitism.”Everyone in the mess hall faints at my display of raw power. I expect to be in very big trouble. Those expectations are seemingly confirmed when I’m called into the Command Offices. But it’s quite the opposite.Some big executive guy in uniform gets out of his chair and turns to face me. He’s a badass, simple and plain, from his stubbly face to the lit cigar in his mouth to the glare that would turn Medusa to stone.“You just made a whole hall of this country’s hardest recruits look like a bunch of kids at laser tag.” I hang my head in shame, expecting a reprimand. But instead his face breaks out into a grin.“Where did you learn to Venn like that, kid?”“Sir I taught myself Sir” He looks incredulous.“Well, we could use someone with your talents over in Special Ops. I’m putting together a crew for special missions. Are you in?”“Yes Sir.”“Awesome.” But he isn’t done. He backhands me in the jaw, sending me flying onto the ground. I reassemble myself mad quickly.“There’s no room for insubordination here. This ain’t Venn Academy, kid, this is life and death. You ever pull a stunt like you did in the mess hall again, and you’ll wish you were dead. Got it?”“Sir Yes Sir” And with that, I’m dismissed and I go to a new training camp.Camp Diagramme.For the hardest of the hard when it comes to statistical analysis. They say much stronger men than me have been broken by the challenges Camp Diagramme poses.But I’m up to it. For the next six weeks, I’m put through a gruelling program of statistical analysis. And they require that I be well-rounded, too. Not just Venn diagrams, I have to become adept in pie charts, bell curves, bar charts and line graphs. I barely make it through.But eventually I do, and it’s time for my first mission. It’s an assassination, I’m told in the briefing room.“So who’s our target?” It’s Sticky who asks this. He’s the line graph specialist.“Some sucker who hates his intersecting set comparisons. Guy calls himself Commander Rhombus. He hates one thing in this world more than anything, and that’s Venn Diagrams. He’s got over three dozen Venn Diagram kills under his belt” A chill goes down my spine as I hear this. The briefing guy continues.“Now, I’ve allocated very specific positions—”“No,” I interject “This guy’s mine.”“Are you sure, Private James?”“This is my battle to fight alone.”“Well, it was nice knowing ya. Kill the bastard and then blow his base to hell. I don’t really care if you survive or not. What kinda flowers do you want at your funeral?”I gear up and mount up to take on Commander Rhombus alone.He has a base a few miles down the trail. Of all the ugly villain compounds I’ve ever seen in my life, this one has to be the ugliest.His mooks are practicing their gun skills, shooting at targets. I nearly throw up in my mouth when I realise their targets are shaped like Venn diagrams.I try to sneak in through a side door when a guard spots me, and goes to alert his buddies. But I’m too quick.“See this circle, mook?This circle represents people I am not about to knock unconscious.And this circle?This one represents you.”Then I conk the fucker over the head. He’s out cold.So I sneak into Commander Rhombus’s secret office. He’s doing villainy things in his evil chair when I bust in and aim my Venn diagram gun at his head.“It’s over, Rhombus! I’ve got you. You’ll never kill another Venn diagram again.”He just chuckles, and it sends a chill down my spine.“You really think that you have me beat? Guards, come in.”And suddenly I’m surrounded by a dozen guards with anti-Venn-Diagram guns trained on me. I realise how beat I am, and try to provoke him.“What did Venn diagrams ever do to you, huh?” I figure this will make him monologue, and I’m right.“They did everything to me! Venn diagrams killed my family. Venn diagrams stole my girlfriend! Venn diagrams devalued my Blockbuster video shares! Venn diagram wielders such as yourself make me sick. And now I’m going to slaughter you. Open fire, boys!”And then without warning, I’m shot in a dozen different places by anti-Venn guns. I can feel the life draining from me already. He laughs evilly. Is this really how it’s gonna end for me?Not yet. Not until I actually make something of myself for once. I get up on my knees, and put a dart in my mouth, clearly defeated. I look up at Commander Rhombus pleadingly, asking for him to light my dart in my final living moments. He obliges.Fool. I light the dart, take a drag and then use the dart to light a Venn diagram bomb.They don’t know what hit em until it’s too late. The Venn diagram bomb goes off, killing me, Commander Rhombus, and all the mooks.I’m fucking dead. My friends will get over it. At least I did something useful.Big big sadI woke up in heaven, and the god of Venn said “This circle represents people that I will not send back to earth.” I was still in shock over how they said a circle within a quote, but I digress.“This circle represents Ethan James.”And with that, I was sent back to Earth.(To be continued one day…)

Stay out till well after darkBlame all my problems on autocorrectStash money in my sock drawerDrink heavily on the condition that it’s “socialising”Stay on my laptop all day. If anyone asks, I’m conducting business with important clients, not watching memesRe-watch Spongebob for nostalgia purposes onlyMake dick jokes unironicallyGet brokeGet a haircut when I want to, which is neverComplain about all these young edgy ruffians tearing up our society with their skateboards, venn diagrams and Bolshevik attitudesAccept my faultsUse any big-sounding word I came across that morning in an argument, even when I have no idea what it really meansGive out life advice