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“Regarding the matter of your grades this semester,” Professor Greedlove leaned over Timmy and let out a hot cloud of stale onion breath, “there can be no conclusion but that you lack the discipline needed for academic excellence.” The professor punctuated his remark with a rowdy fart.

Timmy wasn’t sure if he understood. Why was the professor so stinky?

“I demand excellence from my students,” said the Professor. He leaned against the desk, exposing his soaking armpit to Timmy nose. “Do you understand, young man?”

Timmy squeezed real hard and dropped a warm turd in his shorts. He looked up at Professor Greedlove for approval.

“I think so, sir.”

Date Written: April 24, 2002
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4.22222

04/24/2002 anonymous (4):
04/24/2002 anonymous (1):
04/24/2002 anonymous (5):
04/24/2002 anonymous (4):
03/6/2003 Shomer Shabbas (5): Did this have to do with A.B.?
12/10/2003 Ewan Snow: I got screwed on ratings for this one, no?
12/11/2003 anonymous (5): Yeah this one deserves better. Classic Ewan; always enjoyed it.
05/27/2004 Mr. Pony (5): Yaaaaaay!
08/16/2004 TheBuyer (5): Shomer Shabbas...fucking Eggers just can't leave this place alone.
08/16/2004 John Slocum (4): rowdy fart
09/5/2007 qualcomm: half star off for being so old... but a half star back on for the dastardly anon_user_a.
09/5/2007 qualcomm: i meant anon_user_b. mulp, hope that wasn't i.