Modern Feminism: From Susan B Anthony to Bea Arthur - Second Period - 12/19

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It was finally time for the final exam!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine-

But Deadpool was finding it hard to focus on that.

You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey-

He clapped twice.

Hey Mickey!

Oh, this was just evil.

But of course he just went with it.

"You've been around all night and that's a little long
You think you've got the right but I think you've got it wrong
Why can't we say goodnight? So you can take me home, Mickey!"

Complete with a small dance. Oh yes, Deadpool was just that fly. Jiggy. Hip. Whatever the kids were using these days.

He cleared his throat and started to hand out sheets of paper. "Anywho! Here's your final! I hope you all studied for it." Oh, and he was still humming the song.

[[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]

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Re: The Exam

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff's exam started off well enough as he wrote a large paragraph devoted to Bea Arthur's eyes, but it quickly devolved into an other mess as the second question rolled around.

It appeared to have been transformed, somewhere along the way, into a fascinating collage of sketches of breasts, thighs and other body parts, the word 'naked', several dozen words for 'busom', some of which he had invented himself, and in a mindboggling display of fourth wall breakage, a little editor being chased by a chainsaw-wielding bear.

Jeff was, of course, not aware of this fourth wall, and quickly doodled a set of breasts on the bear, followed by the mysterious words the telephone is screaming/won't she leave me alone.

It would've probably been truly magnificent, had this been Art Class.