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il0seonpurpose
Korea (South)5638 Posts
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decafchicken
United States19930 Posts
So we're watching CSI in our personal law I class in high school, and my teacher is definitely top 3 hottest, i tihnk around 30 years old short with a rockin body. So in the episode there's a pregnancy test and they get the results like 2 seconds later so a girl in the class asks "are the tests really that fasts?" and the teacher responds "No not really". At this point i blurt out on accident "Do you know from experience?" and the whole room just goes silent. The teacher just goes "Thats not an appropriate question" and left it at that luckily as i apologized like 7 times. meanwhile my friends all around me just have their heads down stifling bouts of laughter. | ||
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OmgIRok
Taiwan2699 Posts
On October 02 2008 10:36 SilverSkyLark wrote: Talk about urinals, my classmates are bastards during high school. I remember once when a classmate was trying to peek to my classmate who was just on the next cubicle just for the fun of it. What my classmate did to prevent the peeking was to pee on the shoe of my other classmate. The divider between the urinals were like shin-high to shoulder high so its easy to pee to the other guys shoes. I also remember my classmates do, they crawl their hands to your arm then to your hands which is holding your dick, what my friend did was when the hand got close enough, he redirected his dick to pee on the hand of the guy behind him, epic. oh shiet, is your classmate by any chance Gunther? | ||
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SCC-Faust
United States3736 Posts
I was eating lunch with my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) as usual, enjoying the deluxe salad bar our school started offering once again. Trying to start conversation isn't my strong suite but I attempted, and pretty much said really quickly in a nervous tone, "What was your last period?" and she replied "Yesterday". That was extremely awkward. | ||
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OmgIRok
Taiwan2699 Posts
On October 02 2008 11:34 SCC-Faust wrote: In my school the classes are divided into 9 periods throughout the day each lasting approximately 42 minutes in a 6 day cycle so we could have gym on days 3, 5 and then have study hall on days 1, 2, 4, 6 on the same period. I was eating lunch with my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) as usual, enjoying the deluxe salad bar our school started offering once again. Trying to start conversation isn't my strong suite but I attempted, and pretty much said really quickly in a nervous tone, "What was your last period?" and she replied "Yesterday". That was extremely awkward. LMAO! Unless you have a teacher with the last name "Yesterday" or a class called "Yesterday" | ||
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Straylight
Canada706 Posts
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Empyrean
16950 Posts
On October 02 2008 11:49 Straylight wrote: Were you worried that she skipped a period and you had a baby on the way or are you just bad at conversations? Period as in classes. | ||
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deathgod6
United States5064 Posts
On October 01 2008 16:01 Krohm wrote: I played that in Grade 1. I let myself get caught all the time too. I remember I would always purposely get caught by this chick named Ashley. She was the hottest from what I remember. Too bad I couldn't go back in time with all I know now. I would have been such a pimp. The only perverted thing I can remember, is in grade 5 and 6. All the hotter chicks wore these super short shorts. Me and my friend would always sit ahead of them in music class, because the back rows were higher up. You could totally see past their shorts, and look at their underwear haha. Ah good times. wouldn't the girls notice you having to turn around to look at their underwear? | ||
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StrikeFLOW
United States369 Posts
I absolutely hated wearing underwear and went commando to school often. Anyway, we were sitting on a carpet, maybe 15 kids. I started to develop and itch on my crotch and began to liberally scratch. I think because my shorts were pretty short, people saw my lack of underwear as I scratched for like 10 minutes straight. Awkward. | ||
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OmgIRok
Taiwan2699 Posts
On October 02 2008 12:27 StrikeFLOW wrote: So, I was in 2nd grade, and it was reading time. I absolutely hated wearing underwear and went commando to school often. Anyway, we were sitting on a carpet, maybe 15 kids. I started to develop and itch on my crotch and began to liberally scratch. I think because my shorts were pretty short, people saw my lack of underwear as I scratched for like 10 minutes straight. Awkward. No more commando for you? Unless you roll like me, commando to school everyday | ||
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opsayo
591 Posts
oh yeah also, while in the computer lab (10th grade) as kids we were just taking turns googling dirty words and laughing when i typed in scrotum in the toolbar and my teacher goes "that better not be what i think it is." i selected all, deleted, waited about 5 seconds and still staring my monitor said to her, "no i don't think it is..." then my friend laughed at me. same teacher, i asked one of my friends if he thought she was pretty. he started laughing so hard, "YOU THINK SHES PRETTY?? "no dude uhm like you know, not really pretty but could be you know? not really but like cmon" and he's laughing so hard she asks him whats funny and he said it out loud to the whole class that i thought the teacher was pretty. good god that was soooo baaaaaad :o( | ||
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dongfeng
731 Posts
for me i used to do all this crazy immature shit in high school but i cant really remember standout ones it was more everyday was crazy shit like 1m ruler fights, profanity and being a kleptomaniac (basically it was about the art of stealth not actually stealing, i would give it back after i stole it) there was one year (yr 7 or 8) me and my fds would get a ruler, fix one end with one hand to the table and then strum the other end and make funny noises for some reason that would crack us up lucky the class and also the teacher was cool with it | ||
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OmgIRok
Taiwan2699 Posts
in literature we just started our poetry section, and my table in english is an all guys table, so perverted jokes are the usual. The packet he hands out shows a bunch of figurative language/metaphors/etc. and just happened that most of them were by e.e. cummings. We all burst into laughter, but the teacher doesn't really care about people talking, so we just all joked around it was cool.  | ||
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ghermination
United States2851 Posts
Sixth Grade: I dont know about you guys, but 6th graders in my school always seemed to think they were MACHO. Indeed, there would almost constantly be a "fight" after school, which normally involved some strange sort of arm flailing that looked a little bit like a retarded kid doing the macarana. Anyway, on one of these "fight" days, one pretty fat kid tackled another really skinny kid, who probably got skipped up a grade or something. Anyway, the skinny kid literally shit his pants. Like, a gigantic nasty shart that made a huge watery green stain all over his pants and stank to high hell. He was never aloud around any of us again. Freshman Year: A girl i REALLY liked sat right across from me. I was a total dork that year, even though i was relatively good looking because i'd played handball the year before and had built some muscle, and was in good shape. My worst habit was totally forgetting to zip my pants. Now, as this girl was talking to her friend, or something, i just started to get a huge boner. Right there. Now, as i previously stated, i had trouble, at that age, in remembering to zip my pants. I felt a draft in my crotch, and looked down, only to realise the first inch or so of my penis was sticking out. I noticed at about the same time she did, and with a wink, she tucked it back in my pants. Just like that. that was the first time a girl EVER touched me there. Ever. Junior Year: This was the year i started to feel like some sort of rebel. I tried smoking pot that year, and to my great pleasure found that it was indeed much better than the "Above the Influence" ads made i tout to be. I came across large quantities of it often, because all my life i've lived in a small border town in Washington State, right next to Vancouver B.C., where weed is almost legal. My favorite class of the day was weightlifting, and this was only because Mr. Kowalke was late every single day. The running joke was that he didn't even wake up until after class was supposed to start. So most days i would skip and climb on top of out highschool, which was simplified because the horticology teacher always left a ladder against the wall by the greenhouse, for some reason or another. Anyway, one day i was up there, doin my thing, smokin a jay, rollin a bone, whatever you want to call it, when i hear these soft moans coming from behind a vent thats sticking out of the roof. Being the naturally curious individual i am, i decide to investigate them. I walk at an even pace right into view of the same girl who had so kindly tucked my penis in for me two years before, taking a tube steak from behind from one guy, while jacking off another guy onto her face. The look she gave me could only be summed up as "wtf?". I instantly freaked out, said "uh... sor...", and in my stoned state, found that i needed to jump of the roof (11 feet high) onto the grass of the soccer field below, breaking my ankle. ... I told the principal i was up there on a dare. Senior Year: There was a new girl in school. We all called her blondie, because almost no-one actually knew her name. She was in ALL AP classes, and i wasn'tin one. While i'm not really what you would call stupid, i'm not incredibly bright either. So, i never saw blondie, except for at lunch, where she would eat her single bagel with cream cheese, while studying, and then go to her next class. Also, Blondie was the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. Her hair was an amazing shade of (BIG SURPRISE) Blonde, which was complimented by her perfect facial features and amazing body. The showcase of her natural beauty, however, the gem in her proverbial crown, were her huge, uh, melons. They were gigantic. They probably weighed half as much as she did, in all her petite glory, but were amzingly firm, and managed to stay upright on their own. She didn't so much as say anything to anybody, all year, except to occasionally ask a question. Fast forward to the end of the year. Spirit week. The Freshman wore pink, the sophomores wore goth, the juniors wore "nerd" outfits, and the seniors wore pajamas. That day, blondie showed up in a simple, relatively unelegant bathrobe. However, for some strange reason, it was that day she decided to rebel against her wholesome nature. She hadn't had a boyfriend all year, and although every straight guy in the school (and most of the gay guys) masturbated to the thought of so much as taking a long look at her, she had been deemed a virgin by everyone there. We all assumed she was wearing her standard long sleeved T-Shirt and conservative skirt that day, when Darrel (a 6'8'', all State football star) came up behind her and playfully yanked the tie to her bathrobe. She was facing a wall when he did this, with only me between her and empty space. Her bathrobe fell open to reveal that she was wonderfully, beautifully (and totally unshavedly) naked, underneath that bathrobe. Without hesitiation, she turned around, and knocked the before-mentioned 6'8'', all state football star to the ground with one powerful kick to the nuts. Then she wrabbed her bathrobe around herself again with all her natural grace, and sauntered out the door. She didn't show up for school again for that last week, but nobody cared because she'd come to school with all her credits already earned. I never saw her again, but i can claim the honor of being the first man (and maby even now, the only man) to ever see blondie in all of her glory. And i think thats about all of it... | ||
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CFDragon
United States304 Posts
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SiegeTanksandBlueGoo
China685 Posts
My friend got it on video too. I should ask him if he still has it. | ||
Smurg
Australia3818 Posts
The air is full of the pre-lecture social buzz and as you walk slowly and casually through the lower double doors of the lecture space and look around for a place to sit. Your neck cranes upwards and around slowly; drinking in the social vibe of the place and you eventually settle down awaiting the professor. The scene is set. Flash back an hour: I'm in the library with a friend, we have a lecture soon, but for now we're killing time and doing some work for an assignment due in later that day. My friend, a male of 21 is a fairly diligent student, he generally starts his assessments early and always has a fair bit to say in class. We're sitting at the computers; I'm busy checking Facebook and he's getting ready to print some storyboard templates for a film project. I'm idly sitting around and clicking through drunken photos of the last weekend past, with no malicious or humourous intent on my mind currently; the simple amusement of the various funny photos is all that is occupying my mind at present. As most students tend to, my friend had a USB flash drive to store and carry work around easily during semester time. A few moments prior he had been showing me his editing assignment and the various cuts he'd made, and how he'd arranged the sequence (an assignment we all had to do). He had made his fairly dramatic, as suited the scene and he'd used music really well. All of this is a side-issue however. As he'd been showing me the saved film clips from his flash drive, I'd been able to see that he had all of the subject outlines’ saved in PDF format and each unit had its own folder on the drive. Now at the time, this was no more of a thought than 'Wow, he's organised, I should try some of that.' I had no idea that this flash drive was about to become besmirched; and by my own hand. Now, there was a long queue for printing at this stage, as there must've been a lot of projects due this day, there was a queue for binding and a fair demand for computers (and I was on Facebook, go figure). He needed to draw a few shots on his storyboard before our class that came directly after the lecture, so he lined up 5 copies of the template into the overall printing queue for the whole library. He walked off saying "Mind my spot man; I'll be back in a bit." This of course when I looked at his screen and saw the flash drive was open -- he'd been using it to open the template file that he'd saved. This also, is of course where I decide to 'have a little fun', innocent fun in a joking manner, much like most young adult males will prank their friends, I chose to prank him a little -- maybe in the hope that his mum or girlfriend would see, or he would just see it and laugh. So, being the true friend that I am -- I started making a bunch of notepad documents, and saving them as .avi and .mpeg and so forth, this was fairly standard, what, however, was not standard were the names that I chose to give these files. We were a little late, and as we walked along, the sound was getting louder; the irregular beat of hundreds of footsteps surrounded us. All we heard was the busy chatter of over two hundred university students as we entered the hall; it was lecture time. The air was full of the pre-lecture social buzz and as we walked slowly and casually through the lower double doors of the lecture space we looked around for a place to sit. We craned our necks upwards and around slowly; drinking in the social vibe of the place and saw that most seats were taken -- we'd need to sit at the bottom, near the front. We talked for a few minutes, realising it was 10 past we thought about leaving and doing more work for the next class -- but just as soon as that thought had cropped up in our minds, the professor entered the hall, walking briskly. He hurriedly got out his notes and his USB drive to open up his presentation that would occupy us for the next hour or so. He called us to attention, and the chat died down very slowly, as it always does, yet snippets of chat continued to a small degree from various points around the large, open space. (Our lecture hall has a static computer there that professor’s plug their USB's into. It is linked to the projector and the audio outputs, and the professor also has dimming switches for the lights/volume etc.) He had most of the ears in the room listening by now, and the sound of silence, with intermittent coughing and laughter was all that could be heard. He begun the lecture, the presentation that followed was going off without a hitch; he was talking excitedly about new media technology and showing us picture examples. As per normal, the speech digressed into apparent tedium and a level of technicality that only a select few people are interested in listening to. The attention however became more focused when he brought up the issue of the major project that would be due at the end of semester. He was to go over the outline now and discuss the major points of the essay and what level of quality is expected. In essence, he was going to give us the general parameters of what to write, and what not to write. There is nothing more attention grabbing than the promise of better marks if you listen to what someone has to say. He made a firm point of this and started to open up the browser, to go through the uni website and look at the outline. (We have a system that allows you to get all of the resources for your subject, it generally contains past lecture notes and so forth, discussion board and also the unit outline.) But, alas, the static computer was unable to connect to the network and subsequently, the internet. We all saw his futile attempts to connect via the giant, 15m x 20m projection in front of us. He had always relied on this network to open up the unit outline, but it had failed him now! He had no unit outline available on his USB, since the network was always so steadfast -- but not now. There was however one man in the audience who did have the unit outline as his disposal. My helpful and diligent friend, with the USB of destiny in his pocket -- his helpful and diligent nature yearned for approval and he was up in a flash to offer his services -- bless his conscientious nature. Now, knowing what is on the USB, I am not sitting there with an open grin on my face; I was actually a little scared. I didn’t know what was about to happen, about a million scenarios ran through my head; most of them ending in some kind of punishment or repercussion against me. So, with my brain in hyper-paranoia mode, he continued purposefully towards the lecturer’s stand, the moment seeming to take forever, he was now walking in slow-mo. My stomach was tightening and I almost wanted to scream out “NO! DON’T DO IT!” but I knew that would only lead to further problems, and with no rational explanation for that kind of action; it would serve only to create confused questions from the lecturer et al. It was inevitable now, it really was, it was as if the whole universe had been leading up to this moment since the dawning of time – the prophecy was about to be fulfilled – it was a make or break time indeed. The USB was loaded in the drive, it took a while to load the device driver and read the USB – but once that little yellow confirmation message box popped up, I knew it was the end. Projected on a screen that rivals a cinema in front of over two hundred people, suddenly did appear -- this: + Show Spoiler + ![[image loading]](/staff/Bockit/images/pwnedddrq0.jpg) Needless to say, there were mixed reactions -- but fuck, thankfully the majority share was the roaring laughter. I quickly looked at the lecturer and my friend. He was already explaining to the not-so-impressed lecturer that he had no idea how it got there, and it was a joke...he was flailing his arms and looking dismayed. I felt a pang of guilt, but I really, really had no idea this little joke would escalate to such goliath proportions. As the laughter continued, any shocked reactions soon turned to humorous reactions, and laughter soon was the only thing to be heard and I simply just had to join in. My friend quickly jumped on the computer; located the outline, copied and pasted it to the desktop...jerked the USB drive out as fast as he could and stamped back to his seat. He was somewhat amused, but he was somewhat angry at the same time. He is a fairly gentle kind of guy by nature, and he didn't try anything. He just had a bit of a yell at me, and was a bit unresponsive for a while. He was after-all being subjected to everyone gawking at him and shouting little comments at him. (Various cries from guys around the hall were funny "GOAT DICK!" and other such variants at random times were heard.) This stopped eventually and as the lecture ended, we got up and promptly left. We were already laughing by the time we arrived to our next class, it was a computer lab tutorial, so there was no formal lesson as such. So we had time to take a screenshot of the offending files -- before he deleted them. It was definitely weird, embarrassing and fairly perverted. But it was worth every, fucking, minute. | ||
Bockit
Sydney2287 Posts
"SHE'S GOT A SECRET, SHH IT'S A COCK" | ||
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Dametri
United States726 Posts
Back when i was in elementary school, maybe 3rd grade or so, I remember a time when my class was identifying animals in pictures shown to us by the teacher for some reason or another. She'd show us an elephant and the class would say "elephant", she'd show us a dog and the class would say "dog." One of the pictures was of a rabbit that happened to be black, and as soon as the teacher showed it to us a kid I vaguely knew named Kelly shouted out, "It's a nigger bunny!" which was followed by silence and then the entire class (including the teacher) bursting into laughter. I didn't even know what it meant until years later. In 5th grade, my class got to use a computer lab once a week to screw around and supposedly learn something. Instead, most of us spent the time given us drawing obscene pictures or, my personal favorite, making the rudimentary text-to-speech program our macs came with spout vulgar phrases. At the time I was friends with some kid named Kevin; I'd grown up using computers, but he hadn't, and so he had me help him with some of the things he couldn't figure out. One day I decided to play a joke on him and, instead of doing what he wanted me to, I drew a picture of a penis and had the text-to-speech program stammer out "I want to fuck you in the ear." Somehow the program got caught on a loop and, instead of saying it just once, it kept on repeating it over and over. With typical 11 year old loyalty, I bailed out back to my own computer and let Kevin take the fall. He got into a good bit of trouble for it in the end. In highschool, my 9th grade spanish class was run by an 80 year old woman so senile it was amazing she could find her way to her classroom every day. People would get up and walk out of the class without her noticing, and shit went on that she never took note of. At some point during the year some black girl became fascinated with me and, every day, gave me a lap dance at my desk in the back while the muscular black dude behind me (a senior) propagated every stereotype ever spoken with gems like "oo girl, if you tried to play wit me like dat, i'dn even play dat foo. I'd hit it like a mac truck boyyyy~!" Meanwhile, my white self had no idea wtf was going on and I just sat there while she bounced, slid and undulated all over me. This continued for probably a month until one day she decided to sing a perverted version of a popular song at me; the original she based it off is "Do your ears hang low, do they waddle to the floor, can you throw em over your shoulder.." etc etc. Hers, sung with all the drawl of a ghetto black chick, was more to the tune of "Do yo dick hang lo, do it waddle to the flo, can yo thro it ova yo shoulda, can yo tie it in a bo?" I had no idea what in god's name I was supposed to say to this, but after singing it about 3 times it occurred to me that she really wanted to me to answer. By then, though, it was too late, and she dismounted me and wandered back to her seat on the other side of the classroom. I never saw her again after that; either she just decided to quit showing up or she got tossed out on her dumb ass. | ||
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Spenguin
Australia3316 Posts
MmKay Smurg, should you put a NSFW tag up on that just on the random offchance... | ||
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