Life Lessons: Little Timmy gets his teeth kicked in for being a little douche for no good reason.

"When being 'grumpy' stops being cute and ends up pissing off just the right person."

Little Timmy woke up in a very bad, no-good funk.

"I'm in a very bad, no good funk." he said with a harumph.

"You have to go to school!" nagged his mother from the bottom of the stairs.

Timmy could already feel that this was going to be an insufferable day. Breakfast was served but it wasn't how Timmy liked it.

Not. One. Bit. Why can't his mother ever do anything right?

Timmy choked down the soft toast and butter and forced down the mediocre pancakes and gulped down the less-than-chocolatey regular skim milk WITHOUT the bendy straw he specifically asked for.

"Grab your backpack and let's get going. I'm late for work." says his mother in an anger-provoking tone.

Timmy rolls his eyes and again feels rushed on account of his mother's irresponsibility. This isn't the first time this week Timmy has had to inhale the barely-edible morsels his mother throws together in a lukewarm skillet.

On the highway Timmy notices the sky.

"Ugh, great. Rain again." Timmy says with a sigh.

"Are you excited about going to your friend's birthday party after school? Sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun."

"Not really, Craig isn't even really my friend." Timmy says. His mother should know this by now, the fucking cunt. Why is it so hard for her to remember simple shit?

"Still, it was nice of him to invite you."

Timmy just wants to be left alone today and his mother keeps pestering him. He wonders if school will be just as unbearable.

"Okay, now we're going to get out of our cubbies our baggies of crayons so we can complete this cut-out jig-saw puzzle!" His teacher oozes joy. Gah-ross!

"Are you ready to color, Timmy?" Asks Maggie grinning stupidly.

"No, I just want to be left alone." Says Timmy.

"Okay!" Sings Maggie cheerfully.

Timmy's stomach turns.

"Class, we have a new student today. Vinnie! Say hello, class!"

"Hello, Vinnie!" Roared the class minus Timmy.

Vinnie stood there in front of the class like a show-and-tell toy and Timmy couldn't help but notice how all the girls in the class practically drooled when they laid their eyes on him.

This bothered Timmy's fragile sense of self-worth as this new, smooth-looking fellow was a problem.

It simply wasn't fair to Timmy and his own internal image of himself and self-esteem of which he is fully responsible for. No sir, this will never do.

At lunch, Timmy made sure to sit next to Darla whom he has had a crush on since first grade.

"Did you hear Vinnie is from Los Angeles?" Darla said much to Timmy's utter dismay.

At that moment Timmy knew he had had enough. Take his spotlight, fine. Take his spot at the front of the class, fine. Take his girl? Not fine.

Timmy was going to have a talk with Vinnie after school by the basketball court.

"Hey, Vinnie," barked Timmy "Let's meet outside after school by the basketball court. I want to talk to you."

Vinnie nodded and they were set.

3 o'clock rolled around quicker than Timmy had expected but he was there on the asphalt just as agreed. Vinnie showed up a few minutes later.

The two boys were set.

A few minutes passed and the fight ended with Timmy on the floor. Head kicked in and a few teeth missing, Timmy has tasted defeat.

Moral of the story: don't be a little shit. If you're having a bad day, suck it the fuck up and don't take it out on others.