|
|
|
|
I think I'm gonna ditch
my Pillaging class.
Come 3rd period, no Rupert present. |
|
| |
|
|
|
|
My teacher in that class bitches!
Nonstop! At me! It's
a personal vendetta! |
|
| |
|
|
|
|
It's like, "Jesus, bitch!
It was just one fat joke!" |
|
| |
|
|
Seriously, though! The chick's
got more
handles
than a goddamn Samsonite showroom! |
|
That doth be all very intriguing,
good Rupert, but-- |
|
| |
|
|
Where doth be
yon pants? |
AAAAAAA-- |
|
| |
|
|
--AAAAH GOD! Aah!
(pant, pant) |
|
|
|
|
