Thursday, February 08, 2007

Oh Captain, My Captain!

'Grr! Graaagh!' It was useless - sir was off on his King Kong impression again. If the boys wanted to learn anything they'd have to conduct their own classes. Smiling at the thought of contemplating Demosthenes and quadratic equations, they carried of the blackboard to set up in the gym...

5 comments:

Joel said...

Once again, sir had to teach the boys all over again on how to properly grope and spank other men.

Jason - GorillaSushi said...

Adrenaline coursed through Prof. Xavier's veins as her sprang from his wheelchair and screamed "humping furniture IS NOT A MUTANT POWER!"

hillhunt said...

It was all very well the Head encouraging the boys to set up a Klan Klub, but the weekly lynching of the blackboard got to Mr Dalrymple every time.

Jo said...

That's IT, McGillicutty - if all you're going to do is dance along to Michael Jackson filmclips, we're taking away your plasma.

Enzio Pesta said...

You're all sick, I tell you! All of you!. And you need help! That "blackboard" you're carrying off will never satisfy your bloodlust, WILL IT?... Look at me when I'm speaking to you! I can help. I truly can. But first you have to admit you have a problem...