I’m sitting there supping on my tea, trying to eat my banana in my most non-sexual way, purve boss is clearly checking out my lip sucking skills.
The Squirrel comes in, her bag bursting with high calorie lardy snacks.
She whips open her foil package, the smile on her face tells me, she has been waiting for this moment. The whole 2, yes 2 hours since school started this morning.
She reveals two heavily buttered slices of bread, and then cracks open a packet of salt and vinager- declaring “You can’t beat a crisp sandwich” Clearly not, you lard arse.
Just as she’s about to start describing, her love of the deep-fried foods, in walks Dumb arse bitch (DAB).
Am I about to witness the meeting of minds, retarded Nasa of the future?
DAB: ” Oh that looks nice, I haven’t had one of them in ages, my Jake loves a nice sandwich. Problem is, the bread just gets stuck in his brace” This kid must look like one hell of a freak, he has a dodgy eye, a nervous twitch and braces stuffed with last nights dinner. His class mates must be having it on their toes with that kind of material at their finger tips.
The Squirrel: ” I had a brace, I was always getting food stuck in it” I’m surprised you were willing to share your food with your brace- wonders will never siese. ” You need to make sure he brushes his teeth properly” Fuck me she should write a parenting book!
DAB: ” Well I do try. I was doing his teeth last night and I found a bit of Tuesdays tea in it” That fucking freak could have a whole chicken stuck in his brace and it still wouldn’t detract from his twitching.
The Staffroom a place of intelligent conversation, not in my school, a place where retards are free to express themselves.
The world would be a more retarded place with those muppets educating the young and impressionable.