Smother fucker
So I'm hanging out today at prod, when I notice a step lader. as it has long since been my aspiration to pound the soul out of the Pa in the drama room with a penis of comperable ferocity to that of the great Mr. Rogers, I figure now's a good time. I ask Coltman to stay frosty for a sec whilst I take a pare of scisors into the roof
and castrate the loud speekers. a few jewish-birth-cerimony-like snips later and COltman calls the office to have them page me...suprise suprise, no PA in the drama room...or the rest of the school north of the main hall...oops? I have ten minits to restor it, and managed to do so with one 2 electrical burns, am i the king or what? pleasure me...no...no...now!
and castrate the loud speekers. a few jewish-birth-cerimony-like snips later and COltman calls the office to have them page me...suprise suprise, no PA in the drama room...or the rest of the school north of the main hall...oops? I have ten minits to restor it, and managed to do so with one 2 electrical burns, am i the king or what? pleasure me...no...no...now!