You want karma? I'll give you some fucking karma!

[frorider6]

I'm going to give bad karma to anyone that starts a thread begging for karma.

 

[WODIN]

Did you forget your prosac again?

 

[spentagn]

I'm going to give bad karma to anyone that starts a thread begging for karma.

That's not too original

 

[frorider6]

Did you forget your prosac again?

You want detention you little smartass? Huh? Think you're a big man. Well, you're not shit Bender.

 

[frorider6]

Re: Re: You want karma? I'll give you some fucking karma!

That's not too original

Hey, nobody said it was original. You want some more detention? Good, I've got you next Saturday too. Want another one?

I didn't think so.

 

[THeMaCHinE]

prozac...hmmm... effexor and lithium might be better...

 

[frorider6]

...and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats.

 

[WODIN]

You want detention you little smartass? Huh? Think you're a big man. Well, you're not shit Bender.

Biatch! I will make you dress up in orange body paint and show off them chicken legs if you keep this.....never mind....I just remembered....

 

[spentagn]

...and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats.

If I had your legs, I'd definitely stay seated.

 

[frorider6]

...and you will not sleep. All right people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay--of no less than a thousand words--describing to me who you think you are.

 

[frorider6]

If I had your legs, I'd definitely stay seated.

Sit down Johnson...

 

[frorider6]

My office...

Fro points.

...is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised...

Fro looks around at them

...any questions?

 

[frorider6]

Hey! What's going on in there?

(Fro, to himself)

Smug little pricks!

 

[frorider6]

God damnit!

Fro opens the door and storms in.

Why is that door closed?

For a few seconds no one says anything, they just stare at Fro.

Why is that door closed?

 

[THeMaCHinE]

*Wodin, intending to fart loudly for a laugh, unintentionally shits his pants. A nasty smell permeates the small, closed-in room. Some of the class begins to dry-heave, some express "eeeeewwww," some giggle and point.

Chagrined, Wodin sits transfixed to his seat in a pile of partially digested fragrant and mushy Big Macs, carrots, corn and peas. A slight smile masking his utter perplexion crosses his face.*

 

[frorider6]

.

 

[basskiller]

I found you. What the hell is your problem. Misery loves company deal, is that it?
bass