We’ve all been in the situation…..you have some bullshit bundle of twatness as a teacher who takes pride in humiliating people who don’t ‘participate’. One second you’re daydreaming about playing hide the hotdog with the hot piece of titmeat sitting in front of you and the next you’re being called on to go to the chalkboard (massive boner in pants and all.) There seems to be no way out of this horrible fate. What are you supposed to do afterall, fucking pay attention? Last time you checked, only cumguzzlers did that. That’s where this foolproof plan comes into play. In every class, it’s a given that there will always be at least one Christmas sweatered, high-water pants clad dipshit who knows the answer to every fucking question imaginable.….these are the people that are going to allow you to continue daydreaming about supple breasts and nipples all class long un-interrupted. How you ask? It’s quite simple. Just follow this 2 step process:

 

1. As soon as you see that tinky-winky lovin’ nerd throw up his/her hand, sling your 5 fingered bastard right up in the air. The teacher, already pre-inclined to call on that shitstain will do so (but not without noticing your glorious hand afterward). So once Captain Dingleberry is done answering the question and the teacher calls on you, simply reply, “That’s exactly what I was going to say.” BAM…participation intact.


2. Of course, it’s not always that simple. If for some unholy reason, that asshole of a teacher calls on you first, no you’re not completely fucked………just play the tourette’s card. Explain to the teacher that you have absolutely no control over your hand movements or thoughts. Then when he/she calls on you, scream as loud as you can “FUCKING JIZZSWEATS!” This cements the fact that you’ll never be called on again and also well….it’s just fucking funny. Tit-gaze away my friends, tit-gaze away.