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Post by Sealand on Jul 28, 2010 17:08:31 GMT -5
"It's PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!" Sealand began dancing on top of her desk, singing as she did so. ((....Sealand is a flat chested, younger version of me, and this just proves it, OTL))
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Post by dognorway on Jul 28, 2010 17:09:12 GMT -5
Norway stared at Sealand "Whut?"
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Post by UK on Jul 28, 2010 17:10:43 GMT -5
"It's a shame I don't like peanut butter and jam then," UK sighed, as Sealand went into yet another one of her mad stunts. How she, who was perfectly sane, thank you very much, managed to land herself with Sealand the hyper as a cousin, she had no idea. "And it's jam. Not jelly," she added.
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Post by Sealand on Jul 28, 2010 17:13:40 GMT -5
Sealand stuck her tongue out. "That may be, but it's not how the song goes!" She paused, the began strumming an air guitar. "Yeah you! Shook me all night long!" ((Recognize the song?))
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Post by dognorway on Jul 28, 2010 17:13:25 GMT -5
"........................"
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Post by Taiwan on Jul 28, 2010 17:15:44 GMT -5
"I used those bandages to make wrap around my chest!" Taiwan thought. Then she looked at the teacher. "I am a boy, I assure you."
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Post by dognorway on Jul 28, 2010 17:17:36 GMT -5
Norway still blushed madly at Taiwan "I touched a chick's breast"
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Post by mamauk on Jul 28, 2010 17:18:10 GMT -5
"CHILDREN! BEHAVE! AT YOUR SEATS. NOW!"
Lloegr hated yelling, but there wasn't really an alternative.
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Post by dognorway on Jul 28, 2010 17:18:47 GMT -5
"AT LEAST I'M SITTING!"
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Post by Sealand on Jul 28, 2010 17:19:31 GMT -5
Sealand jumped off of her desk and into her chair with a squeak. Oops. Maybe pushing the new teacher's limits was a bad idea.
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Post by dognorway on Jul 28, 2010 17:20:17 GMT -5
Norway smiled and waved (somehow) at Sealand.
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Post by Sealand on Jul 28, 2010 17:21:57 GMT -5
Sealand waved back to Norge. "Hey, Norge! Guess what?"
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Post by dognorway on Jul 28, 2010 17:22:31 GMT -5
"What?" He asked
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Post by mamauk on Jul 28, 2010 17:23:02 GMT -5
"At least you are."
She looked around the room.
"Now. How old are you? 12? 15? 17? I was under the assumption that I would be teaching a class of young adults, not of toddlers."
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Post by Sealand on Jul 28, 2010 17:24:00 GMT -5
"I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt! And guess whats inside it?" No sooner than she'd finished saying that, whilst dancing in her seat, than did she fall out of her chair. "Ow."
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