Well my child enthusiast language arts teacher, Mr. Mays (no relation to late Billy Mays) talked to me after class one day and assumed I was clinically depressed. I told my friends about this and one of my friends, Byron (whom substitute teachers often mistake for a girl due to his small stature and long hair) didn't seem to know when to stop bugging me about it and always said "Make sure to stay away from the pills and sharp things hurr durr" and even told this to my girlfriend. This, of course, freaked her out because she thought Byron wasn't kidding. I still have yet to tell Byron off about this.
