*unfounces*
Well, that's it. I've had it.
I'm done, I tell you. Finished. No more. Finis. Acabados. Kelt. You all can find yourselves a new New Girl to pick on. One who doesn't have tender feelings to be wounded by your cruelty. One who enjoys being picked on all the time for no reason whatsoever. One who wants to spend all day puzzling over silly math problems.
*refounces*
*unfounces*
And don't think you can talk me out of it!
*refounces*
*unfounces*
No matter how sorry you are, no matter how much you beg and plead and cry, I'm not coming back. I'm through with the lot of you.
*refounces*
*unfounces*
This is for keeps, you know. I'm never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever coming back. Ever.
*refounces*
EDITED TO ADD STUFF IN BOLD, WITHOUT WHICH NO TRUE FOUNCE IS COMPLETE:
*unfounces*
Plenty of people agree with me, even if they're too chicken to pipe up. Lurkers support me in emails. And Reppies. And PMs.
*refounces*
*unfounces*
Up your'es. Loosers.
*refounces*
*unfounces*
*forgets what she was going to say*
*sits down and opens bottle of Laphroaig*