Grafton High School

a school in worcester county, m-ssachusetts that’s way too small for the number of students there, this year’s freshman cl-ss is over 2x bigger than last year’s graduating cl-ss. the hallways are more congested than rosie o’donnell’s arteries.
ghs is full of druggies (not the cool kind, the ones who are douches), the kog (kings of grafton, fake–ss gangstas), and sportos. there’s a sh-tload of meaningless drama that dumb grundles start for no reason and it’s incredibly stupid. it’s kinda funny watching everyone get into fights over it though. almost everyone at ghs is a stuck-up -sshole who thinks they’re better than everyone else, but there are a few cool down-to-earth kids there.
these are some of the people you’ll see if you ever visit grafton high school:

kog: yo, kog 4 lyfe! how come you ain’t reppin son i’ma pop yo -ss!
dumb orange chick who i think about when i jack off sometimes: did u read wht she wrote bout me on facebook? i cnt believ she said tht!!!! tll emily to tll hr she isnt nvited 2 my sweet 16 nemore!
druggie: i was the one who stole your ipod. i made like a hundred bucks off of it. i bought some goooood sh-t with that money.
american eagle club kid: my parents are buying me a jeep wrangler for my birthday! i can’t wait ’till i get it so i can put a ton of dave matthews band and fountains of wayne stickers on the b-mper! what an excellent way to communicate my bland taste in music to everyone!
a high school where thirsty -ss girls and douche-bag guys -ssociate with each other while har-ssing everyone that isn’t “cool” enough to meet their standards. druggies run the school along with their barbie’s for girlfriends. if you even look at the kog (king of grafton) seniors they think you want their d-ck when that’s actually not the case. the whole freshman cl-ss is an -sshole, soph-m-res are fake as f-ck, juniors think they are the sh-t, and seniors believe they run the school and can talk sh-t about people they don’t even know.

almost every girl has got it up the -ss by some f-g that left them afterwards. they all think they are “boss -ss b-tches” and most of them are extremely thirsty. dying their hair, getting extensions, fake tans, fake nails, fake boyfriends, nice cars, and anything else they want is a part of their luxury lifestyle.

all they guys are huge d-cks and can’t count to 5. they most likely can’t even spell their own name. they like to get high and show off their fit bodies. the senior guys are always flashing their lifted trucks around or nice mustangs that mommy and daddy bough them for getting an a+ in art.

all the drug addicts brag about their money and “good sh-t” when no one want to hear it or really cares.

only the ghetto girls think their sh-t don’t stink and strut their stuff down the halls of ghs. twerking on any guy they can, and thinking all the guys want them is a main part of their life.
“welcome to grafton high school, the sc-mmiest h-ll whole you can find.”
a school in worcester county, m-ssachusetts that’s way too small for the number of students there, this year’s freshman cl-ss is about 2x the size of last year’s graduating cl-ss. the hallways are more congested than rosie o’donnell’s arteries.
ghs is full of druggies (not the cool kind, the ones who are douches), the kog (kings of grafton, fake–ss gangstas), and sportos. almost everyone at ghs is a stuck-up -sshole who thinks they’re better than everyone else, but there are a few cool down-to-earth kids there.
these are some of the people you’ll see if you ever visit grafton high school:

kog: yo, kog 4 lyfe! how come you ain’t reppin son i’ma pop a cap in yo -ss!
dumb orange chick who i think about when i jack off sometimes: did u read wht she wrote bout me on facebook? i cnt believ she said tht!!!! tll emily to tll hr she isnt nvited 2 my sweet 16 nemore!
druggie: i was the one who stole your ipod. i made like a hundred bucks off of it. i bought some goooood sh-t with that money.
american eagle club kid: my parents are buying me a jeep wrangler for my birthday! i can’t wait ’till i get it so i can put a ton of dave matthews band and jane’s addiction stickers on the b-mper! what an excellent way to communicate my bland taste in music to everyone!