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Avoiding Dealing With Your Problems, 1st Period - Friday 12/2
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captainskullpooplYour teacher had Christmas lights wrapped around him like a festive, murderous Santa Claus. Because that was normal.
"So, this place is fucking crazy," he said, gesturing broadly toward his decorations. Another strand was creeping up the desk toward him as he did so. "And I swear to god, I'm going to cut something if it doesn't get its shit together."
The strand wisely retreated.
"So, some of your holidays are over and some are coming up. And fuck 'em. No one likes the holidays for anything other than a reason to get drunk. " And bang. "And that. But if they say otherwise, they're lying their ass off. Got it? Good."
He certainly had some opinions on the matter. And this was his vehicle for voicing them.
"Okay," Deadpool said, clapping his hands together. "So, now you kids will be doing more wedding grunt work so I can avoid it. Florists. I need a good one. And no fucking poinsettias. Those little bastards can rot in hell for all I care. I'm thinking more roses, less cost. Get going."
"So, this place is fucking crazy," he said, gesturing broadly toward his decorations. Another strand was creeping up the desk toward him as he did so. "And I swear to god, I'm going to cut something if it doesn't get its shit together."
The strand wisely retreated.
"So, some of your holidays are over and some are coming up. And fuck 'em. No one likes the holidays for anything other than a reason to get drunk. " And bang. "And that. But if they say otherwise, they're lying their ass off. Got it? Good."
He certainly had some opinions on the matter. And this was his vehicle for voicing them.
"Okay," Deadpool said, clapping his hands together. "So, now you kids will be doing more wedding grunt work so I can avoid it. Florists. I need a good one. And no fucking poinsettias. Those little bastards can rot in hell for all I care. I'm thinking more roses, less cost. Get going."