Wossis, bananas?
In secondary school, our form teacher's room was one of those "mobile" classroom dealies. A pretty old and decrepit one that was forever being broken into and a heater thingy on the outside encrusted with crumbs and mucus.

Anyway, the break-ins. These would happen a lot, usually graffiti ("Mr Falsename Sucks Cocks!!!" "I chased the dragon" etc) and crap stationary theft but one Monday we all came in and everything seemed shipshape, save for a funny smell. Some air freshener was sprayed around and the matter forgotten.

Wednesday, and the smell had vengefully returned. Seeking to get to the bottom of the matter, Teacher Guy looked around the room, and in the drawers of his desk.

In one drawer was a carrier bag.

"Wossis, bananas?" He muttered, immortally.

Then, "Wurgh!" as he realised and threw the literal sack o' shit on the carpet, where it spilled a little. Man, that's some hatred. And boredom.

Then he followed up his shock with some awesome Shakespearian melodrama. "The bastards! They shit in my mobile!". I like to think he yelled this on his knees with a hand clawing the air, but y'know, it was a good decade ago.
(Lady Shoes I like him just fine. But he's a mouthbreather!, Sun 1 Feb 2009, 23:11, 1 reply)

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(Gazebo will eat you on, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 10:01, closed)