Whatever...

You begin writing, "The teacher is a smelly cunt!" on the side blackboard, but the teacher catches you by the time you get to "c". She appears, like the world's crustiest harrigan, over your shoulder barking, "YOU'D BETTER BE GETTING READY TO WRITE 'CAT', MISTER!!" before beating you unmercifully with a yardstick.

As you lay dying later from multiple contusions, splinter wounds, and sheer embarrassment, you can't help but wish someone had told you the old bitch was on the rag.



Whatever.