seriously.

i was already in the line up for the cash when i noticed the name.


-Spanky "SHOCKER!" Millionaire
xoxoxshockshockshockxoxoxo

Sticky Bee. Math teacher.

Yeah, that bulldog is not getting away. he is. the perfect boy. or he will be once he grows in his moustache. (yay moustache rides!)

I anticipated your offence to my 'bedding anything that moves' remark. However, your rebuttal has alarmed me. Doesn't . . . your . . . brother wear a #1 DAD shirt? And . . . isn't he also . . . mustachioed?

Ahem. Hem hem. (Akward coughing. Shifting away from you. Diverting my eyes. Then suddenly getting up and running away as fast as I can.)

In other news: How old are your students? Actually, never mind. It doesn't matter. Whatever age, whatever mental (dis)ability, their math skills are no doubt more formidable than ours.

stop beeing a teacher. the thought of your shaping young minds frightens me.

Your best friend,
Spanky Millionaire

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