| Report for Karma Assassin | |
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| Approved stories | 4 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 1 |
| Summary | Reprehensible Swot |
Mr. Badman, our games teacher, not only had a glass eye, but was devoted to the talent of Billy Joel. One afternoon's games session was called off due to a mix of rain and apathy on our parts, and we were forced to pack into the Biology Lab and watch Billy Joel's greatest hits on video for over an hour. Despite offerering to run laps in the rain in our pants, we were forced to sit and watch this sickening filth until our brains poured out our noses.
Bug, 'cause it was his actual nickname.
Jug-Lug, 'cause his ears stuck out like jug handles.
Tug-A-Lug, 'cause after sneaking off from registration into the toilets after lunch, a swift guerilla raid caught him mid-wank.
All combined into the ultimate all-purpose nickname - Tug-A-Lug-Jug-Lug-Bug. A masterpiece of insult engineering that resonates to this day.
We let him finish his wank though. We weren't THAT cruel.
Jug-Lug, 'cause his ears stuck out like jug handles.
Tug-A-Lug, 'cause after sneaking off from registration into the toilets after lunch, a swift guerilla raid caught him mid-wank.
All combined into the ultimate all-purpose nickname - Tug-A-Lug-Jug-Lug-Bug. A masterpiece of insult engineering that resonates to this day.
We let him finish his wank though. We weren't THAT cruel.
I was twelve, she was in her thirties, she taught R.E. and we were in a storeroom alone together collecting textbooks. And it wasn't me that said it. So much for Catholic morality.
Take one bald woodwork teacher with a penchant for choccie biccies and no lock on his desk drawer, and fifteen peckish kids after a hard second break's football. See also Derek Slapski and the case of the missing Thermos Flask, the case of the Glue Gun Massacre and the case of the Vanishing Workbenches.