A relentless maths teacher that overestimates everyone and imposes her beliefs on the students’ brains, therefore butchering them.
Dave: “What’s up, Darren- OH GOD! WHAT IS THAT, A FOREHEAD HERNIA-!?”
Darren: “No, Mr. Biggshoson brain butchered my brain this maths lesson.”
Dave: “how does one do such a horrible thing...?”
Darren: “He gave us 10 extra questions do finish off before the lesson. If we didn’t, then detentions galore.”
Dave: “oh”
This one becomes a goose, not a swan. Forever a mockery of reality.
This is a special definition for a humanities teacher who I call a counter-intuitive bastard who thinks she’s a fucking dictator. She’d pair well with
Mr. UnClean. Together, they could rule Auschwitz in harmony and perfect duality. 🖕🏼❤️🖕🏼
“Shit. We have The Ugly Duckling for a teacher this year. Welp, Imma hang myself.”
Buy a
The Ugly Duckling
mug!
The one sore thumb in the sea of neo-nazi wankers who eat our happiness for breakfast.
This man is an epitome of bullshit and trickery. The misunderstood, entitled bitch of hell. The person who makes Monday through Wednesday hell for an hour.
The unwisely called “health and physical education” teacher.
Let’s just say you do not want to meet him.
“MR. UNCLEAN IS COMING RUN ARRGHARGHARGHARGHARGHARGHA”
