Friday, September 23, 2005
Rotten Apples.
I shouldn't have created this shit, now i feel obligated to update it.
So there's this group in my class, let's call it the Justice League. Being all horny holy and shit, we obviously want nothing but the best for our class, our school and our dearest whiteboard tenders.
Fastforward to Physics practical : we scan the room and spot a potential life-threatening weapon of DOOM within our sights -- rotten sweets. The air suddenly became tense and still; every soul was staring down on it as if the devil himself had pierced the head of his penis with a 7 Ohm resistor. Again, being all holy and shit, we took a step backwards and drew our swords; this would be a true test of our courage and character.
Okay, long story short, we (heroicly, i might add) shoved the cursed artifects down our oesophagus just as a mean and haggard looking woman stepped into the room looking pissed off and lazy (maybe it's natural). Reaching into the deepest regions of our memories, we recognised her as our Physics teacher (A difficult feat, seeing we've only seen her teach about twice this year). Now, apparently this woman had been tipped off by a baby (I shit you not) and in order to keep her job and dignity as a teacher (though it was probably to have fewer students to teach, lazy bitch), she sent down the principal who proceeded to hack our heads clean off our shoulders.
Oh, and this story is entirely true.
You know this word is fucked when you sacrifice to save lifes and get punished for it.
2 people know what's good for them.
