Playboy poker
One of the gang had brought some playing cards into school. But these were no ordinary cards, oh no, these had playboy centre folds on. Wahey, you might say. Well, just hold your tounge, you.
Anyhoo, I was sat at the table, revising for the impending maths exam, and all the non-maths guys were playing poker with these delectable cards. (oh yeah, this was all in the rather sub-par common room). So, I'm absorbed in my book, when they see my highly, unbelievably, psychotically feminist french teacher approach through the window. Credit where credit's due, they did work fast, and as a pack seemingly without a word exchanged. But they're still a bunch of flangeflaps.
So, I'm dealt a hand, face up with some very naked ladies in gratuituous positions. She walks up, is about to talk to me, when one of them pipes up, "Gat, hurry up, it's your turn".
Cue teacher looking at cards, smiling freezing but with a stony, killer's sheen about the eyes. Funnily enough, she changed the next lesson's topic to women's rights. And gave me evils all the way through.

As I said back then, there was no need for that.
(Gat Bandish I've got wood in my soul, Thu 16 Jun 2005, 23:23, Reply)