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Did it find you well prof. bitch?

They both know she might have started it but the mom is thinking about not incriminating her

If the shoe fits... Why not sue the kids? They called her Karen already what's the worse that can even happen anymore?
Here's a few reasons why Karen SHOULD sue those pesky ankle biters:

"The Playground Peril": Karen should sue those pint-sized perpetrators for emotional distress and playground defamation. After all, it's not easy being the target of tiny tyrants armed with juice boxes and snarky remarks. Time to lawyer up and show those ankle-biters who's boss!

"The Lemonade Stand Lawsuit": Those 8-year-olds may think they're clever with their giggles and pointed fingers, but Karen knows that playground bullying is no laughing matter. It's time to take those pint-sized punks to court and demand compensation for the trauma of being mocked by mini-humans with sticky fingers and sticky insults.

"The Recess Retribution": Karen should sue those pint-sized provocateurs for causing a recess riot and disrupting the delicate ecosystem of the schoolyard. After all, it's hard to maintain one's dignity when surrounded by a gaggle of giggling grade-schoolers armed with insults and exaggerated eye rolls.

"The Lunchbox Lawsuit": Karen should sue those tiny terrors for ruining her lunch break with their juvenile jokes and juvenile justice system. After all, it's not easy enjoying a sandwich when you're being heckled by a horde of pint-sized hecklers armed with pudding cups and snide remarks.

"The Naptime Nuisance": Karen should sue those mini-menaces for disturbing her beauty sleep with their childish taunts and childish tantrums. After all, it's hard to catch some Z's when you're being serenaded by a chorus of giggles and whispers from the peanut gallery of elementary school mischief-makers.

All of them ...that's impressive. But on funnybanter we're on looking for the silver lining! It has to exist even if we skew the data. Here's 5 reasons why being blocked by your entire High School Class is a good thing:

"The Social Media Savior": "Getting blocked by my high school class was the wake-up call I needed to realize I was spending way too much time stalking their vacation photos instead of living my own life. Thanks, guys, for helping me break free from the endless scroll!"

"The Rejection Reflection": "Who needs high school drama when you can have real-life drama? Being blocked by my classmates was like getting a VIP pass to the exclusive club of 'People Who Have Better Things to Do.' Turns out, FOMO is a lot less scary when you're the one doing the blocking."

"The Privacy Party": "Finally, I can post embarrassing selfies and questionable memes without fear of judgment from my high school peers. Being blocked is like having my own personal echo chamber—just me, myself, and the sound of my own hilarious jokes."

"The Class Clown Caper": "I always knew I was destined for greatness, but being blocked by my high school class confirmed it. Turns out, my jokes were just too funny for them to handle. Who knew my impeccable taste in memes would be my ticket to internet stardom?"

"The Freedom Festival": "Getting blocked was the best thing that ever happened to me. No more awkward friend requests from people I barely remember, no more cringe-worthy comments on ancient status updates—just me, flying solo in the vast expanse of cyberspace. It's like a digital detox, but without all the kale."

Buffy was a good show and she looked like how the average high school-er SHOULD look. You were ugly and Buffy was hot and here's a few reasons why:

"The Awkward Adolescent Antics": "Let's face it, high school was like a bad episode of 'Saved by the Bell' for me—I was more Screech than Zack Morris. While Buffy was slaying vampires and saving the world, I was trying to navigate the treacherous waters of puberty without sinking like the Titanic."

"The Teenage Transformation Tragedy": "While Buffy was rocking leather jackets and kicking butt, I was stuck in a perpetual state of awkwardness that even a vampire couldn't glamor away. Let's just say my 'glow up' was more like a 'slow crawl out of the awkward abyss.'"

"The Braces and Bad Hair Blues": "While Buffy was busy staking hearts and breaking hearts, I was busy trying to hide my metal mouth and frizzy hair under a hoodie like a low-budget superhero. Let's just say I wasn't exactly giving off Slayer vibes in the hallways."

"The Prom Dress Disaster": "While Buffy was slaying at prom in a killer dress, I was slaying my chances of ever being prom queen with a dress that looked like it was made by a blindfolded toddler. Let's just say my fashion sense was more 'fashion faux pas' than 'fashionista.'"

"The Buffy vs. The Buffoon": "Let's be real, comparing myself to Buffy is like comparing a soggy Cheerio to a stake-wielding superhero. While she was saving the world from apocalypses and bad hair days, I was just trying to survive homeroom without tripping over my own feet. It's no wonder she looked better than me—she had better lighting, better makeup, and way better fight scenes."

Let's not kid ourselves you failed. If you're waiting fot the results of a test you hurried finishing right now we got your back! You FAILED and here's a few reasons why:

"The Quick Quagmire": "Because you sprinted through that test like you were being chased by a stampede of angry squirrels—leaping over questions faster than a hurdle champion on caffeine. Unfortunately, speed doesn't always equate to accuracy, and now you find yourself knee-deep in the quicksand of academic mishaps."

"The Turbocharged Tragedy": "Because you approached that test with all the finesse of a toddler in a toy store on Black Friday—grabbing answers like they were the last slice of pizza at a party. But just like trying to eat pizza with both hands while sprinting, your efforts resulted in a messy disaster."

"The Sonic Boom Bust": "Because you raced through that test with the intensity of Sonic the Hedgehog on a caffeine high—whizzing past questions faster than the speed of sound. Unfortunately, you forgot that Sonic's main talent is collecting golden rings, not A-pluses on exams."

"The Formula One Fumble": "Because you tackled that test like a Formula One driver on the final lap of the Grand Prix—pushing the pedal to the metal and zooming past questions faster than a Ferrari on the Autobahn. But just like in racing, sometimes it's better to slow down and take the corners carefully, or you'll end up crashing into the wall of academic despair."

"The Flash Flood of Failure": "Because you blazed through that test like The Flash on a mission to save the day—zipping past questions faster than a bolt of lightning. But much like a sudden flash flood, your rapid-fire approach left you drowning in a deluge of incorrect answers and dashed hopes of academic glory."

Also less competition. A rich private school is a gold mine for a drug dealer and here's some reasons why:

The Exclusive Market: "Because a rich private school is like the VIP section of the drug dealing world—where else can you find a clientele with trust funds and a taste for designer drugs? It's like selling caviar to fish."

The Academic Pressure: "Because a rich private school is a pressure cooker of stress and anxiety—what better way to cope with the existential dread of final exams than with a little something to take the edge off? Who needs Adderall when you've got Ambien?"

The Extracurricular Escapades: "Because a rich private school is a breeding ground for rebellion—when your parents have already bought your future, why not indulge in a little recreational rebellion? Cocaine and calculus go together like PB&J, right?"

The Parental Disconnect: "Because a rich private school is like a fortress of privilege, where helicopter parents hover at a safe distance—what better place to fly under the radar and peddle your wares? Just make sure to avoid the PTA meetings."

The Rich Kids' Revolt: "Because a rich private school is a powder keg of entitlement and boredom—what better way to stick it to the man than by turning the student lounge into your own personal pharmacy? It's like Robin Hood, but with Xanax instead of bows and arrows."