The meeting...

Having been thrown out of the BBC for trying to bare knuckle fight with a Blue Peter dog, i started on my way to lss. It was a long journey, not helped by the fact i was riding a teapot and stopped at a bank to withdraw copious amounts of loose change. I reached lss after 3 surprisingly short months travel in which i had many dreams of frolicking with the Jeb of the North.. As i entered lss i saw what can only be described as nutty. The Nutty Prof greeted me to lss, he looked like a weirdo so i whipped out cake, threw him a chunk and ran off. However in my haste i managed no spill some of my loose change.. this turned out to be an extremely bad thing as i soon heard orgasmic crys behind me as the assmaster happily frolicked behind me picking up the change, in return bumming little kids silly. Too busy looking over my shoulder i ran straight into Mr Horton.. his demonic eyes pierced my very existence as he shouted "Why are you running in the school grounds!?!?!" I had no time to think as i heard a particularly large orgasmic scream behind me, the assmaster was close. I mearly shuved Mr Horton a handful of change and ran of screaming 'BAIL!!' I decided to hide in a handily placed bin.. it appeared to have Joe Evan's wet sac in it but that was beyond the point, i was safe from the vicious battle that i could see about to emerge... the assmaster had noticed Mr Horton's handful of loose change, he was screwed, quite literally.