Day 135: Put On Your Neck

It was all fine and dandy. Yes, it was dandy, do not insult the word; it does feel its own horrible existence enough without your devilish input. Anyways, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, it happened on that day. It was like any other day, except it was a Wednesday. It was so nearly close to home time. Yes, you guessed it, I was too at that filthy trauma conceived school. Do not detest its awesome power, you cannot resist, only hope to survive unscathed - I passed through with flying colours obviously :) So anyways, it was like this. I was there and Lisa was there; sitting to my right. We were enjoying our time together because we are friends and we cared not for the nappy-haired minions that sat in front of us...yes they were evil! And we were having the fun when damn, the teacher came. He looked like Mr Sheen, the spray stuff, but he also brought along the teacher in "Training." oh yay, it was going to be fun. Well it was. The teacher spoke some words that revealed the horrid truth, Ms Capon would be teaching the class today. Holy hell in spam! So I thought I would let her have a chance and so I sat all nice an innocent like. "Hello everyone, we're going to **coKAHHHK!** She had coughed up a fur ball and sent it flying across the room. The class was in shock. But as sure as you are, Lisa and I did not laugh. We sat and inside we were bubbling. Smiles grew so big we were freakishly tormented clowns from the depths of that insanely "big" tent. Meanwhile, Ms Capon paused for a few seconds. She swept her vision across the class mumbled, "I'm gonna be si.." and she flew herself out the door and never returned that day. Yes, this is when we let it out. We let it out so hard, we were in a fiddled state of giggles and wiggles. Laughter bellowed down the corridor and had ourselves a fun time indeed.

A Shoe Does Not Crackle.