lovely man....
Had a 'lovely' Science teacher in year 10. Perhaps by lovely I mean a slimy greasy perverted wanker who looked rather too much at my then-gfs (well as much as you have a girlfriend when your 15) chest...
One day was sitting at the back of the science room with my mates, playing eye spy..... he walks along (its a chemistry lesson remember), and randomly starts talking to me about erections and why they happen. Completely randomly. And then revealed that he had 'problems'...
Naturally I made an excuse up to go quick - and went to move down a set!
Needless to say the bastard was sacked about a month after this...
(macomateo is procrastinating on, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 21:14, Reply)