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WHO'S A PAEDOPHILE?!
Peter: Do you have a pen and paper?
Roy: Nah, I'm recording.
Peter: It's filepeter@hotmail.com
Roy: filepeter...why filepeter?
Peter: Well...File is my second name.
Roy: Oh, right, I see...Peter File.
Moss: Who's a paedophile?
Roy: No, no, his name is Peter File.
Moss: His name is paedophile?
Jen: Don't say it like that. It sounds like paedophile.
Moss: Isn't that what he just said?
Jen: No, PETER File!
Moss: PAEDOphile!
Jen: PETER File!
Richmond: Who's a paedophile?
Jen: No one.
Moss: Right, it just SOUNDS like paedophile.
Jen: No, no it doesn't.
Moss: It does a bit. Paedophile.
Roy: Paedophile. Yeah, no, it does.
Richmond: Paedophile.
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The argument I had with my geography teacher today...
Teacher: (to my boyfriend) If you spent more time revising, and less time figuring out your social life *stares at me*, then maybe you'll get a 'C', but even for you, that would be amazing. In my fifteen years of teaching, I have never, ever met a child so lazy, idle and self-cent--
Me: *pushes teacher away from my boyfriends face* FUCK YOU! YOU'RE AN ARROGANT, LITTLE SHIT OF A TEACHER. NEVER IN MY FIFTEEN YEARS OF EDUCATION HAVE I EVER MET SUCH AN INSOLANT, LITTLE SHIT OF A PERSON. EVER.
Teacher: Lisa, get out of my classroom.
Me: YEAH, WELL, YOU'RE AN--
Boyfriend: *Stands up and yells at teacher* ARSEHOLE!
Me: SIT DOWN NOW! ... YEAH, you're a selfish, arsehole. You're a crap teacher, and god-forbid, if I ever, EVER see you, or hear of you talking to my boyfriend like that again... *evils* So I'll leave your classroom, and see you tommorow...