My friend is looking for a manslave to take out her garbage ....
do the dishes, and massage her feet, all while waiting for the timer to ring on the apple pie he's baking her. And to do all that manly stuff too, like fix the drain, and mow funny designs in the yard on the riding lawnmower. At least, that's what my dad always did.
Men are like grilled cheese sandwiches! Hard and sometimes brown on the outside (depends on what kinda bread you get), but all gooey and cheesy on the inside. hee hee. I know what's up.
Soooo anyway, I taught for like half of yesterday. I think that all kids should have their own sitcoms. I would die of laughter. Can you die of laughter? What if you choked on your own drool and died! I suppose that is possible. I'm sure stranger things have happened. It's kind of funny how Scooby Doo can only start words with the letter "r." Ruh-roh. Rat is runny. R'I'm rungry. Ry rant a reese randrich. What if a real kid talked like that? I'd have to get him transferred out of my class cause I'd be too busy dying of choking on my own spit.
Middle school kids make me think of those Louis Sachar books about Wayside School. For anyone reading this who hasn't read or heard of Louis Sachar or Wayside school, you need to do some serious inhalation of some immature young adult lit. Each chapter is like 3 or 4 pages long and about a student in Mrs. Jewl's class. One day the substitute (who was really a witch!) turns all the children into apples, then gets turned into an apple herself, then Louis, the yard teacher, eats the substitute! And one chapter is about Sammy the new kid who wore a raincoat to class and smelled bad. The teacher made him take off his raincoat, and he had like 30 more underneath it. And then they got to the last one and the new kid was really a dead rat! And then Mrs. Jewls got mad because she did not permit dead rats in the classroom.
Well, it's official. I've expired my last 5 brain cells from writing too many papers for school.
Men are like grilled cheese sandwiches! Hard and sometimes brown on the outside (depends on what kinda bread you get), but all gooey and cheesy on the inside. hee hee. I know what's up.
Soooo anyway, I taught for like half of yesterday. I think that all kids should have their own sitcoms. I would die of laughter. Can you die of laughter? What if you choked on your own drool and died! I suppose that is possible. I'm sure stranger things have happened. It's kind of funny how Scooby Doo can only start words with the letter "r." Ruh-roh. Rat is runny. R'I'm rungry. Ry rant a reese randrich. What if a real kid talked like that? I'd have to get him transferred out of my class cause I'd be too busy dying of choking on my own spit.
Middle school kids make me think of those Louis Sachar books about Wayside School. For anyone reading this who hasn't read or heard of Louis Sachar or Wayside school, you need to do some serious inhalation of some immature young adult lit. Each chapter is like 3 or 4 pages long and about a student in Mrs. Jewl's class. One day the substitute (who was really a witch!) turns all the children into apples, then gets turned into an apple herself, then Louis, the yard teacher, eats the substitute! And one chapter is about Sammy the new kid who wore a raincoat to class and smelled bad. The teacher made him take off his raincoat, and he had like 30 more underneath it. And then they got to the last one and the new kid was really a dead rat! And then Mrs. Jewls got mad because she did not permit dead rats in the classroom.
Well, it's official. I've expired my last 5 brain cells from writing too many papers for school.