The Eighth Page

Phillipian Satire: Overheard on The Paths

“My math class smells like asbestos.”

“That kid looks like his name is Frinkle.”

“Locked in so hard I pooped myself.”

“The brain rot is getting to me.”

“Are we in the talking stage or is she just being friendly?”

“Dude guess what… I’m not gonna be a dad!”

“Put my phone through the window so I could hear my boy spitting game 🙏.”

“I wouldn’t last a day in jail.”