Wednesday, March 28, 2007

i was told there would be no math on this exam.

sticky sez:

really? he bought you a dress? and it fit all nice and pretty? wow. not one of my degenerate guy-things has ever done that for me. no, sir. you gotta keep that bulldog of yours.

i take exception to you saying that i am bedding 'anything that moves.' they have to move in the right way. a swaggering, mustached, well-hung, put-me-over-the-knee way, with a shirt that reads "#1 DAD." moving in general will not get my pants off. i'm quite particular.

i'm teaching math, spanks. MATH. ahahahaha. i nod and smile a lot. yeeeessss. yes, that seems right. i mean, i imagine that is exactly what a fraction must be. division? division is this little button right here on yer li'l cal-cu-lator. it means'to divy things up' - like, when you gots 12 bottles of 50 and 3 gay friends. and you want more 50 than they get. then...you...press this button on yer cal-cu-lator.

they learn real good with me.

unwanted caresses,
sticky bee

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