Tuesday, March 27, 2012

There's a Rich Bastard Dinosaur Listening to Rap Music in My Swiming Pool

-and he has cancer, made me loose my job, and then my house was filled with vermin so I resorted to witchcraft...on my Birthday.

You'll be relieved to know no children in New York City will be subjected to any of these upsetting words when they put #2 pencils to paper for tests.

No word on whether the classroom cop can still drag them out of the classroom in handcuffs for talking back, but at least the youngsters won't be traumatised by all those upsetting words.

Via Poor Mojo's Newswire.

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