Today I was watching the World Cup and I began to think about my high school geography teacher. Why you ask, well he had lived in England right before he darkened the door of my secondary education institution and he also had a giant beautifully cylindrical head that looked like a soccer ball. As well his personality was incredibly similar to that of a man who would wear a shiny shirt and run. Now I will remember this massive man for the rest of my life because he was by and far the dumbest mother-fucker I have ever met. He squinted like he had just had lemon juice shot into his eyes with a squirt gun, his tongue was massive and seemed to rub against his inner cheek and his hair was a giant black brush that did not cover his entire head so it looked like an ill fitting hat. He and I did not get along as they said in the old country; he viewed me as an asshole who decided to not concentrate on where the Pangaea breaks were in the earths curst but had no problem attempting to prove the homosexual tendencies of some of my classmates. I countered his response to my presence by throwing a Kleenex box that was on his desk every class and he not only did not notice it he replaced it each day so that he could dab the sweat of his dumb forehead. WOW if you read this it was a waste of time….and I wrote this….Fuck that guy and fuck team USA
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