Seriously, nobody in the class needs to know that you ever had sex, or that someone was ever attracted to you. It only makes us sick. You don't want us to be sick during class, do you? You'd rather have us "learn," wouldn't you? That's what I thought.
Once, I was walking about 5 miles away from this school I don't go to, and I heard (with my mega-enhanced hearing) this teacher talking about her kids. So I ran over there (using my supersonic speed) and burst into the classroom. "What the fuck is going on here?" I asked, looking off into the distance at nothing, my cape floating behind me.
The teacher smiled warmly and said, "I was just talking about my kids." I looked around at the kids, the looks on their faces begging for mercy. Looks that said "I'd rather drink a my-dick milkshake than listen to this."
Well, I wasted no time in kicking the teachers ass into next tuesday (using my ultra-lightning kick). After that, I chopped off her head. The kids started laughing, and you know how annoying it is when kids laugh, so I blew their brains out. They never did find that ass...
Anyway, I guess the moral of this story is: I have super powers.
~I probably exaggerated with that dick-in-a-blender bit...~
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