Categories > Original > Humor > Crack Series: Room 205
Last Episode: Mr. H Senior comes to visit. And apparently has a dislike for punks, goths, and emos.
Moving on:
Dakota shouted as her phone vibrated in her pants (Oh Yeah) “Oh Fuck!”
“Fundamentally
Unstable
Narcissistic
Karate- chops,” said everyone's favorite teacher.
“Where'd the 'N' come from?” Sequoia asked.
“Because, my child, F. U.C.K. Is a bad word, and therefor should not be used.”
“OT, but do you think that a giraffe could reach this room?” Bernard asked.
Lana answered, “I don't think so...”
“Ah, okay.”
“Anyway...” Mr. H said, “Our lesson today is how to properly fondle grapefruit.”
Fangirl #2 inquired, “But isn't this a language class?”
“Yes, and as you are my only senior class, it is vital you understand how to fondle grapefruit,” Mr. H replied.
“But... That's just sad...”
“Indeed, you are rather fucked up to not understand such a simple concept when you are seniors.”
Van was enthusiastic. “I'm totally gonna ace this!”
A rather whorish looking girl with skanky clothes and thickly caked make-up, named Ashley (no offense to those named Ashley), who was chewing Stride gum said, “Me too.”
Mr. H hit both on the head. “Hush Van, shut up French Clown.”
“Wha-” Ashley began.
“Don't put on so much make-up.”
RASPBERRIES!!
“Screw you.”
“Oh-EM-Gee! Defiance!”
And thus, Mr. H taught his class the basics of how to fondle grapefruit. However, this is something that cannot be describe for you must learn through experience.
Moving on:
Dakota shouted as her phone vibrated in her pants (Oh Yeah) “Oh Fuck!”
“Fundamentally
Unstable
Narcissistic
Karate- chops,” said everyone's favorite teacher.
“Where'd the 'N' come from?” Sequoia asked.
“Because, my child, F. U.C.K. Is a bad word, and therefor should not be used.”
“OT, but do you think that a giraffe could reach this room?” Bernard asked.
Lana answered, “I don't think so...”
“Ah, okay.”
“Anyway...” Mr. H said, “Our lesson today is how to properly fondle grapefruit.”
Fangirl #2 inquired, “But isn't this a language class?”
“Yes, and as you are my only senior class, it is vital you understand how to fondle grapefruit,” Mr. H replied.
“But... That's just sad...”
“Indeed, you are rather fucked up to not understand such a simple concept when you are seniors.”
Van was enthusiastic. “I'm totally gonna ace this!”
A rather whorish looking girl with skanky clothes and thickly caked make-up, named Ashley (no offense to those named Ashley), who was chewing Stride gum said, “Me too.”
Mr. H hit both on the head. “Hush Van, shut up French Clown.”
“Wha-” Ashley began.
“Don't put on so much make-up.”
RASPBERRIES!!
“Screw you.”
“Oh-EM-Gee! Defiance!”
And thus, Mr. H taught his class the basics of how to fondle grapefruit. However, this is something that cannot be describe for you must learn through experience.
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