Year 10
My friend and I managed to smuggle some soft porn into English class. Sitting at the back, giggling and feeling very pleased with our cunning plan of hiding it under the desk- suddenly, the sound of a throat being cleared behind us. Slowly turning around, we see Mr. English Teacher, a 6 ft 3 body-builder type, is standing right there, and demands to see what we find so funny. Shamefaced, we hand it over. He stares for a long time. Then he hands it back to us and asks quietly, have we finished our work?
"Yes, Mr. English Teacher sir."
"Well, carry on then."
(Second sign of madness, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 22:54, 1 reply)

I think Mr. English Teacher taught me maths.

( sm.pl.crt.rs I don't fucking know, do I?, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 16:45, closed)