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OK teach, it's cool that you're hot and all.

  • OK teach, it's cool that you're hot and all. Cute too. But do you really have to wear *that* shirt with *those* shorts. And pigtails? Come on! I'm trying to make grades here.
  • The world must be against me or something. Why else would they put a beautiful graduate teacher in a class of 17 year olds with raging hormones? Breasts! Homework? Oh, no she's loo
  • king at the giant zit on my face. It's huge. It's like a waxy red mount Fuji (snowcapped) and right on the bridge of my nose. She is such a hot teacher. How can I hide this
  • pustule from her? I bend down, like I'm tying my shoe lace, and squeeze the spot. I hear a noise, turn my head and... squirt pus over my hot teacher's smooth calf.
  • At first my hot teacher doesn't notice how good my aim was and fails to see the dripping, gooey strands of pus. Should I say anything? I wouldn't want pus dribbling down MY leg...
  • I cleared my throat & raised my hand. "Ms. Scheidley? Excuse me, but I thought you should know that you have pus running down your leg." Her beautiful jewel-like eyes pinned me.
  • I realized all my classmates looked horror-struck. Before I had time to ponder why, Ms. Scheidley's face started to become alarmingly red and before I knew it, a big purple
  • dinosaur walked in, ranting about fruits and veggies. "I prefer DunkAroos," I said. Gasps, gasps everywhere. "To The Chokey with you, heathen," said Principal Barney. Ms. Scheidley
  • grabbed a ruler and beat that disgustingly purple dinosaur, Barney, all up and down his tail. Then she turned to Principal Barney and said, "You both have the same name!"
  • The purple dinosaur had an agenda. That agenda was cold bloded murder. Principal Barney was eaten alive. Purple Barney became the new principal: spreading love for better or worse.

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