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Mr. H was curled up in a corner weeping his eyes out to My Chemical Romance. “Why? My father never took me to see a marching band. Papa... I wanna see a marching band...”
And then he could feel it. The horrible impending-
“Hello, Mr. H.”
“Badger!!” yelled one of the three fangirls.
“Hello Bernard. Wait. Badger? I thought you were supposed to be a dog.”
“No. Badger.” Bernard said firmly.
“But-”
“BADGER.”
“Whatev.”
Mr. H announced to the class, “There's a banshee coming to class today and I wanna see a marchin' band!”
About halfway through the lesson the Banshee appeared shrieking through the door.
“Good morning class.” She said softly, “I'd like to announce that
THIS STORY HAS NO PLOT!!!!!
Van said, “We all pretty much knew that.”
SUPER NOT-SO-AWESOME BANSHEE SHRIEK!!
And now a word from our mascot...
A little off topic but...
Profanity is bad children.
Returning to our unplot...
And then he could feel it. The horrible impending-
“Hello, Mr. H.”
“Badger!!” yelled one of the three fangirls.
“Hello Bernard. Wait. Badger? I thought you were supposed to be a dog.”
“No. Badger.” Bernard said firmly.
“But-”
“BADGER.”
“Whatev.”
Mr. H announced to the class, “There's a banshee coming to class today and I wanna see a marchin' band!”
About halfway through the lesson the Banshee appeared shrieking through the door.
“Good morning class.” She said softly, “I'd like to announce that
THIS STORY HAS NO PLOT!!!!!
Van said, “We all pretty much knew that.”
SUPER NOT-SO-AWESOME BANSHEE SHRIEK!!
And now a word from our mascot...
A little off topic but...
Profanity is bad children.
Returning to our unplot...
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