Ugh, I need to get out of here. I was just about to type a thread... At school right now. A bomb threat was just called in and there was a fire in the Kitchen. Everyone has been running around like their heads are chopped off.
cool. we used to call people from our school (teachers, principal...) to tell them there was a bomb... it usually happened when we had some exam, or just wanted to go somewhere else to hang out. they would always let us go...
You kids are irresponsible. Pardon my nagging and .. fatherly instincts. I'm cutting all your allowances til April.
Well, your bomb threats never started fires. This is the first one that ever happened here. It'll just go towards taxes... as always. Portsmouth County, VA had over $500,000 billed to them from having... nine bomb threats at two high schools in two weeks? People are dumbasses.
I was always the kid who went to school on bomb threat days and ended up spending an entire day playing board games with the teachers... I also, ironically enough was the kid that cut class and made up fabulously complex reasons as to why I wasn't in class. God, it was glorious.
I am also that kid. But if you've got friends in low places, there's no such thing as referral forms... and I only have one on my record for insubordinate behavior and making farm animal noises when I wanted to pay my guidance counselor a visit so I could drop the class and change (I was retarted off of a wet mango blunt). Haha... and my assistant principal dropped it. I go to the gym with him. I shook his hand and almost told him that I loved him.
When I was in ninth grade, we didn't have class for a week because of constant bomb threats. We got drunk every day - now that was a glorious week.
Mentioning board games reminds me of inside recess days where the doors would have traffic lights on them with the green lights "on" (they drew lines around them so they were shining) and we went inside and played board games before school and at recess... Ahhh, elementary school
George... I certainly HOPE you're not talking about Dr. Pepper.. Err... Dr. Beverage. Love.. agh.. Beverage.. Blasphemy.
Nah, he's the principal. I'm talking about the 12th grade AP. He's a really young guy who always wears a black trenchcoat. I'm always like "You... in the coat, take it all off" He just ignores it or gives me this heart-shattering look of "ohmagawd, don't hurt me"... etc.
There was never bomb threats at my school ... There was a food fight 8 years ago and it's now a legend in the school history
