Sixth year physics...
There was only half a dozen of us in Frank's class. We'd all received unconditional offers from Uni, so we were not exactly what you would call a motivated bunch of kids. He certainly had his work cut out sustaining our interest in a terminally boring subject.

We showed up for one lesson and Frank was nowhere to be seen. Probably running late chatting up the damn hot lab technician whose name now escapes me but whose jugs are forever etched into my mental wank bank.

We decided to play a wee jape on Frank. He could take it - he liked to think of himself as one of the boys. It would be fine. We would just hide for a couple of minutes, let him sweat for a bit, and then reveal ourselves. Damn funny - or so it seemed at the time.

The class was split into 2 distinct areas - the main teaching area and the electronics lab area. The two areas were divided by a row of equipment cupboards.

Wouldn't it be a jolly jape to hide round in the lab area? What fun. We went round and sat on the high lab stools which meant that he wouldn't be able to see our feet should he take a quick squint under the cupboards.

He duly arrived, 5 minutes late for class. We could hear the sigh and the tutting as he realised that we had not shown up for class.

"Lazy bastards" we heard him mutter to himself as he sat down and started to mark some coursework. We stifled our giggling as best we could.

An enormous fart thundered from within Frank's off-white lab coat and through the lab like an oncoming rumble of thunder. Wee Jeff nearly fell off his stool as we frantically clasped hands to mouths to prevent the escape of our howls of delight.

Another Physics teacher entered the room.

"Hey Frank, I thought you had the 6th years now?", she enquired.

"I do, but the lazy wee bastards haven't shown. They think this is a fucking holiday camp. I am not fucking happy."

The teacher left. We figured that Frank was perhaps not in a good mood for wee jape, so we had to sit in the lab area, for another 45 minutes, in complete silence - with only Frank's thunderous farts for company for the remainder of the lesson.

Perhaps the joke was on us?
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Tue 3 Feb 2009, 11:18, Reply)