"Office hours" [Tuesday]
"What the fuck, Lunchbox? Why the fuck can't I go to your little fag class?"
Bob gave him a Look, and then mimed being clapped in handcuffs.
Jay wilted a bit. "Oh yeah. Fucking pig. C'moooon, I'm gonna be good! I won't even, like, touch or anything."
Bob sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before shaking his head and going back to working on his lesson plans.
Bob gave him a Look, and then mimed being clapped in handcuffs.
Jay wilted a bit. "Oh yeah. Fucking pig. C'moooon, I'm gonna be good! I won't even, like, touch or anything."
Bob sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before shaking his head and going back to working on his lesson plans.