So today was another day of, er, school. You, know, that place where you sit and pretend to listen to some balding old man whilst he goes on about enzymes and the use of bunsen burners. I can't, personally, see any use for bunsen burners, with the exception of melting rulers. And possibly trying to burn Beth's hair when she isn't looking. Ha. Anyway, today was extremely uneventful, except for when Mr. Casely walked in wearing Miss. Ross's favourite dress, and carrying Mrs. Smith like a baby. Yeh, that didn't happen. Ho hum.
I have TWO WHOLE PACKS of hearts and stars stickers on my desk. This is amazing. It's more than amazing, it's like amazing with added amazingness. And add a bit more to that. Yeh, that's right. Amazing. And do you know what I shall do with these amazing stickers? No, neither do I. Perhaps I could bring them into school, and cover everyone in them. Then we would not be known as the 'Posh Lesbian' school, but the 'Mad Lot Who Wear Odd Stickers'. I can't work out which is better.
Lardarse. What a great word that is. Lardarse. Arse of Lard. Imagine strapping blocks of lard to your arse. Woah, greatness. Yet, I feel that would be slightly - but only a tad - uncomfortable. Perhaps you could rub it in. Maybe that would be good for your skin. Hmm. Luckily, I don't think we have any lard.
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